It's too bad you can't ship Grandmom's Pancakes from Sweden.
Swedish pancakes - American pancakes 1-0.
I accidentally found a book at Borders today - Culture Smart - Sweden - A quick guide to customs and etiquette. I got curious and just had to buy it. After all - sometimes I do feel like an alien even in Sweden these days and maybe I need a quick refresher course.On quality of life: The Swedes love their homes, and this is apparent the moment you enter them. Candles softly glow, lightning is subdued, and fresh flowers lend an air of cheeriness. The whole effect is cozy, welcoming, restful and harmonious, for the Swedes, when not outdoors, happily spend a lot of time at home (p.84).I immediately felt the pressure... I'm I living up to this despite being a Swede abroad...? "Fresh flowers, air of cheeriness"? Gosh - I might need to hire and interior decorator!
On invitations home: To be invited into a Swedish home is a real honor. Guests usually bring a gift of flowers, candy or wine. When giving flowers, the Swedes like to pretend that they are straight form the garden, and will remove and hide the florist paper before knocking on your door (p. 78).My gosh! I've always removed the paper (which usually is wrapped around the flowers to protect them) because I think it's nicer not to give flowers wrapped in paper - never even crossed my mind that anyone would perceive it as trying to fake that they were from my garden (I lived in apartment building in down town Stockholm...).
Swedish conversation has an exchange pattern all of its own, and foreigners, especially those from North America, tend to go wrong by offering too much information too soon. The conversational comfort zone of a Swede follows a certain cadence: brief question followed by a brief answer. The length and strength of the response should match the question (p.70).Holy cow. Are we really perceived to be that slow...
For the first time ever, I have first visited the ICU (Intensive Care Unit), visiting one of my Swedish friends who suffers severe effects from a ruptured appendix two weeks ago.
I went over to IKEA this morning, getting "julmust" at the Swedish food shop for tomorrow's "Gingercookie Bake Party" with our little "Swedish school".
But with our kids growing up here, Thanksgiving is going to be part of their childhood traditions and memories (even though it was not part of ours) and already the Daughter is asking about turkeys and what about the Indians.
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Not only do I have a cold, I am cold too. We woke up this morning to temperatures around 0C (37F) and our Californian house was cold! We had not checked the weather report (as usual, weather is pretty uneventful around here...) and had missed the "cold front" passing by. The heater was not turned on and the thin walls and single glass windows had let a lot of the cold air slip through.
One this year's most exciting reading experiences (in terms of mystery books) have been the Swedish author Stieg Larsson's triology about the magazine Millenium and the people around it.
I've had a slow weekend, the germs finally hitting me, one week after the rest of the family. Didn't get it as bad as the Husband, but not I wasn't good enough to do something fun.
We had to bring my car to the car doctor today. The battery and charging was behaving strange and it was time for the regular maintenance - like rotating the tires and doing the oil and what ever they do to a car at the car doctor... Do they get shots too?
In 2,5 weeks I'm off to Sweden again. The last trip of the year and only for seven days. Besides working I'm picking up essential things like saffron, Lucia-gowns, and hopefully some Swedish Christmas spirit.
Since he was newborn, the Son's favorite lovely has been a stuffed Spöket Laban- one of the most known childrens' book characters in Sweden. Not at all planned, it was actually his big Sister's but it was the thing that best helped hold the pacifier in place and now he can't sleep without it.
Today I finally found time to head over to Rei, a major sports chain, to look for walking shoes and trekking poles. I have a bit of an "arch" problem with one of my feet (which got worse after a scary fall on the island in Stockholm this summer), so if I'm walking longer distances, I need something to protect it (I do NOT want to end up with heel spur (hälsporre) again, it took me three cortisone shots and almost six months to really get that healed a couple of years ago...).
When you live far away from a Swedish passport office, renewing or applying for a passport is a complicated thing. You need to apply in person and pick it up in person. Same goes for kids, so you have to drag your baby or child back and forth to the embassy or consulate. And it's getting even worse in the future, when only a few consulate in the US will have the special photo machines needed to make passports.
