I finally feel really settled here in Sweden. I say ‘finally’ because there was a period at the start of my time here when I would spontaneously burst into tears at the mention of things like ‘library card’, ‘photocopier’ and ‘bank account’.
The good vibrations Sweden and I are currently surfing on can be attributed to one phenomenon. The word is ‘Fika’. Simply put, ‘fika’ is a hot drink (tea or coffee) and a bun eaten with friends. A race Continue reading
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