Spent the past week in Sweden, scored some decent weather and ate a lot of fika. It started in Malmö where a few friends and I recovered from a vicious Copenhangover. I drank one beer for over $15 USD and got some work finished in the Orkanen Library before I continued my trip up the west coast to meet Per and Helena in Halmstad.
The train ride was beautiful and actually spent some time reading for pleasure.
Lasse was waiting at the station for me and we went to his new place just down the road from where Per lives. We ate fika, which I would later find out is the primary food group in Sweden and consisted of bread, coffee, and cold cuts. It was an entire 10 minutes before the family history began.
The evening was spent at Per and Helena’s eating salmon, drinking glugg, and catching up.
Thursday started early and we were off to the birthplace of Thyra, as well as many generations before her. We had fika and I heard all about a few cousins (Erik- 29, Anders- 27, and a daughter whose name I forget- 14) I did not know existed. They look fun and the older ones and I are currently making plans to meet in London for a couple days. It was a very beautiful region, unfortunately I have confused all the names of the places we visited.
In the evening Per and I biked over to Josephine’s place for more fika and to meet her family. Her husband Frederick was chill and her kids seem as if they would get along with the Glassen kids perfectly. Sorry no pictures
On Friday Per and I took the train to Göteborg for the weekends festivities. We met Anders and Gunnar for coffee while Goran was finishing up at work.
We were all together by 14.00 and there was only one reasonable thing to do, get a beer.
That night we watched Sweden lose to Portugal 1-0 in the first of two qualifying games for the word cup.
In morning we woke up, had breakfast, then Goran casually mentioned that his girlfriend Evelyna was three months pregnant.
We spent the day at a Porter festival that featured beer from all over the world. We took it easy that night and just hung out. It was great to see the cousins (and a few of their friends) in their natural habitat.
Somewhere along the trip I realized I left my passport in Malmö so I am writing this from Copenhagen. Huge bummer 😉