Though surely the Swedes reading this will insist that I’m a day late and a couple of kronor short.
As much as I’ve embraced the culture of my adopted country, this business of celebrating all holidays the day/night before still feels really unnatural to me. And Midsummer is even more convoluted than most Swedish holidays because they move it to the Saturday closest to the actual summer solstice and then have the party the Friday before. (Did you follow that? Me neither.)
At any rate, most of the eating, drinking and merriment occurred yesterday. Today, the “official” Midsummer holiday, is used to recover from the hangover. Dr. Darling and I purposely avoided the usual celebrations. Neither one of us is particularly crazy about the traditonal food (pickled herring and aquavit) and we’d had company for the last two weekends in a row, so we were more than ready for a quiet day together.
About the only thing I accomplished was coloring all the gray hair that was exposed earlier this week when the new hairdresser I was auditioning got a little too agressive with the scissors. Some readers may recall me doing a happy dance about six weeks ago when I thought I’d found a new stylist in a shop was located directly across the street from The Penthouse – Nordic at a price less than half of what I paid in Limhamn. I should have known it was too good to be true because the shop closed less than three days later. (I tried not to take it personally.)
It’s since re-opened under new management as a hair and nail salon so I figured I’d give it another shot.
The stylist was quite young but spoke beautiful English thanks to an American father and an Icelandic mother, so I figured there was no chance of my instructions and preferences being misunderstood. NOT. I’d It’s actually a pretty good summer cut and I’ve had lots of compliments on it, but I haven’t worn my hair this short for a couple of years so it’s taking some time getting used to.
Today we headed up to Laholm for a combination birthday dinner at my Mother-in-Law’s. Dr. Darling(June 26) and her brother Magnus (July 3) very considerately teamed up with partners also born in June (Sarah on the 10th) and July (me on the 4th) so, birthdays are very convenient for that side of the family. We had a really nice dinner and then watched Sweden’s World Cup loss to Germany … which should have been the low-point of an otherwise lovely day …
but then the last train back to Malmö was 45 minutes late.
More on that adventure tomorrow…
In the meantime, I’ve added a new (back-dated to June 12) entry from Davy’s visit and you can read it here.