The first thing you need to know about Sweden is that I WAS HOT!
I was MORE THAN HOT, I was perpetually sweating.
Sweden has convinced me that I’m going into menopause and there’s only one thing I have to say about that:
SWEDEN IS A GOOD PLACE (i.e. cold) TO GO THROUGH MENOPAUSE.
I felt like I was going to burst into flames each and every day I was there.
Remember how worried I was about being cold?
Feel free to laugh out loud right now.
Three pairs of long johns?
Never wore them.
Silk shorts and top?
Didn’t even pull them out of the suitcase.
Most of the time I never wore my jacket.
All I had to wear were sweaters and sweater dresses. So I wandered around Stockholm in a toasty warm sweater enjoying the cold only to walk into a store and GET BLASTED BY 100F HEAT!
Sweat was persistently running down my back.
I was so hot in Sweden that I jumped out of a nice hot tub and sat down in the snow.
Just to cool off a little bit.
How a girl from California can travel over 5,000 miles to Sweden and find herself persistently in the middle of a thermoregulatory crisis, I WILL NEVER KNOW.
But it happened.