It was interesting having been a resident of Sweden for some time before being in Italy, so certain things stuck out to me like how many Americans and other English speakers I overheard. In Sweden if I hear a conversation on the tram I just tune it out because I can't understand, but it was almost distracting in Italy because my ears heard something familiar and wanted to listen along regardless of what I was doing or thinking about.
|Goodies from Sweden waiting to be packed|
There are so many American things I look forward to doing/having/seeing during our time there, like eating dinner out on the cheap, maybe steak or enchiladas with corn tortillas. I want to go to TJ Maxx and buy a shirt for under $20. I want to watch TV and understand what they're saying, even the commercials. I want to come back to Sweden either refreshed or turned off by America (or both), restocked with cold medicine, and ready to do the expat thing for another year.
I wish all of my (six) readers a restful time of peace this Christmas, good food and friends, minimal family weirdness, and a joyful end to 2014. God Jul!
|Sunrise in Gothenburg around 9 this morning|