Of course, I was so afraid of being cold, seeing as how I was born and raised in sunny, warm California.
So I brought long johns, boots, scarf, hat, snow gear and a really long heavy puffer jacket.
The end result?
I sweated my way through my vacation.
I’d go outside all bundled up only to enter a building with the heat on BLAST.
I’d strip off layers to cool off, only to have to put them back on again when I went outside.
I was perpetually HOT, not cold, as I’d projected.
I joked that I must be going into menopause with all the hot flashes I had.
Of course, my memories of Sweden are more than just the cold and the heat.
I remember sweet shops and bins filled with candy at the supermarket.
There was salted licorice gum (it tastes exactly as it sounds) and candy that resembled rocks.
I remember a glorious smörgåsbord dinner with friends at The Grand Hôtel – complete with champagne and caviar.
And no one, I mean NO ONE, does Christmas like the Scandinavians.
There was glögg, a kind of spiced mulled beverage which is served hot with ginger crisps.
There were lighted ada candlabras in all the windows and colorful dala horses on display:
And a light snowfall made everything seem magical.
I’d like to transport myself there now and get away from all the strife going on here at home.
Sweden at Christmas is much favorable to California during the next few weeks.