Is being a Swede!
I have no idea if the swedes that you buy in stores are at all Swedish, but there you have it.
I love Sweden. It's just like Canada, except people speak slightly different, and there are funny keys like ä and å and ö on the keyboard. People hand in lost passports at the airport, and Swedish Monopol is just as fun as Monopoly...or maybe more so because you get to count out your spots in Swedish as you go by...
My vocab has expanded too. I've learned how to count to twelve, go to go and collect 4000:-, ask how much things - in particular umbrellas - are, how to alert people to the fact that somebody's not breathing or moving in the event of a bad accident, how to say the number 37, 450 and how to make plans for March 8th. Yes, I picked up a phrase book at the airport on my way out. As you can see it taught me many useful things!
Some of the sightseeing hightlights of the day were PATRIK!!!!, an authentic IKEA and a store that sells lots of Moose paraphenalia. We're going to go back there tomorrow (aren't we Pats?) It was pouring tonight, so we just stayed in and played Monopol (if you haven't picked up on that already). Such a lovely evening....the sort of unwind I needed!
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