A blog about life in Sweden as an expat in love with the Scandinavian culture
TheBeginning
torsdag 27 juni 2013
Cruise
The boat has arrived. Are you ready to get on board? Everything stays in your hands and how you take over the wheel during the cruise.This can be the start of an adventurous journey. As people say it might not be easy, but for sure it is going to be worth it.
lördag 22 juni 2013
Midsommar
It started by putting on my summerish-bohemian outfit. Even if it is my second week of living in Stockholm, sometimes I am still not very good oriented towards reaching new destinations, where I have not been before. For half an hour I had been walking in circle trying to find the trams going to Djurgarden, since everyone was giving me different directions.
Since I am passionate about architecture what really impressed was Nordiska Museum.
Nordiska Museum
Even though Skansen would have been nice for a midsommar day, as it is very traditional, I did not see much sense in staying for hours in tan enormous queue of tourist, and pay a lot of money just to be packed among them. That is not the best idea when you are looking for a calm atmosphere and especially not when you have sour muscles from training. A small picnique is always a good solution in order to figure out what to do next.
Skansen
Despite the fact that my mission was to visit just Djurgarden, I ended up also in the Northern part of Stockholm, which looks so posh, with nice buildings, many banks and designer shops. Basically, it is a reflexion of what I always wanted. On the other hand, still I feel much more myself when I am in the South Stockholm.
Djurgarden
Polar night at Slussen
In the evening, there was a nice gathering of people in Vitabergsparken, in Sodermalm. The park has its own particular charm as the entire area around it. All the people were having such a great time and so did I and my friend over a glass of wine.
At the end of the midsommar, young people have the tradition to pick up 7 different flowers and put them under their pillow before they go to sleep in order to dream of the one they will marry. You shall not speak to anyone after you pick up the flowers.
Flowers picked on the way home
lördag 15 juni 2013
Drotningsholm
I live in a painting
After the first week of work in Stockholm I have taken a short break in the weekend, which started by visiting one of the close-by attractions, Drotningsholm Palace. Walking through Drotningsholms gardens gave me a feeling of escape from the real world. During the first 30 minutes I have forgotten where I was and what were my next plans even though I was holding my diary and my to-do-list in my hand. The palace has a certain color which preserves the history and culture.
Observing the people around, who sit in the grass, walk by, laugh or simply talk to each other and also their movements, gestures and expressions, makes me wonder what are their stories. Suddenly, I feel like an artist. While I sit on the bench and write during the time I look at the landscape, I feel in my own created world, which I imagined while looking at a painting or postcard.
I suppose that the right words which could best describe my state of mind would be the following: "I live in a painting".
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