My Voyage to Sweden I took a trip to sweden, here's a little explanation of it |
Wednesday, April 06, 2005 One day we went to a rather large house, an estate really, where my grandmother had spent time growing up. I can't remember doing exactly what. But it was a wonderful place. There was a band outside, just two guys, I think. Bortom Havet. The name has something to do with the sea. The bass player was really cool, he had a huge upright for a couple of songs. Thursday, February 05, 2004 There are other houses on my grandmother's property. One is a boathouse. It is rustic looking. And it becomes either creepy and haunting or beautiful and nostalgic depending on the weather.
My grandmother's house is about fifty feet from the sea. But because of all the islands its a very calm little area. Her boyfriend, Ingmar, took us all out on a boat around an island or two. I don't remember the name of the one we went around, but she lives on Andersö. The other one is named after Anders brother. I think it might be Per, but I don't remember. Anyway. The two islands are separated by a stone's throw. So there's a lovely and quaint wooden bridge with a beautiful arc that connects them.
Sunday, March 16, 2003 I bought some fingerless gloves from a craftshop on the top of a hill. The shop had formerly been a restaurant. My grandmother's first job was as a waitress in that restaurant that is now a craftshop. There is still a restaurant on top of this hill, hill is a bit of an understatement, but mountain is certainly far too big, and it (the restaurant) is still run by the same people. They have merely expanded. The new building is many times larger and has an ice cream cafe. Anyway, these fingerless gloves had no leather palms, as is traditional for them. So, they were whisked away one night by Ingmar, my grandmother's boyfriend. He works in a shoe shop and is rather adroit and rending leather. I woke up and the gloves had leather palms, to make holding the steering wheel of my vehicle less slippery. posted by Krister Rollins | 1:35 PMOn this beautiful near-spring day, I am reminded of Åland. The weather was almost always sunny with a trace of clouds. Very temperate, too, never too hot. I remember walking around in my grandmother's apple orchard, sunlight passing through trees not quite in bloom. Salt water reeds swaying to the beat of some secret song. Dusty pink granite quietly aging and observing, as rocks tend to do. Since native granite is mixed into the tar the roads are all pink. Like cheap tye-dye after too many washes, it is a beautiful washed out pink. Even the roads without tar are pink, as the granite is crushed for the unpaved roads. It is stunning and adds a mystical quality to the land. The land exudes a magic, one would not be surprised to see knights on horses galloping on distant hills or to see children in unbuttoned overalls running up to the neighbor's house to tell them they had a phone call waiting.
Wednesday, January 08, 2003 One night around one O'clock I was flipping through channels and found a concert from the seventies of Chuck Berry in London. I remember watching the whole thing with my mother and grandmother.
Sunday, December 15, 2002 I went to Sweden. For the most part I was technically in Finland. The funny thing is the Finnish people call themselves "Suomi." Finland is the Swedish name for the country. So, I was in Finland, but everyone in this area, which happened to be one of the most beautiful locations on Earth, a little Archipelago named Åland, has Swedish ancestry and speaks Swedish. They are autonomous and demand that all official government documents be sent to them in Swedish, the language. You see, Swedish and Finnish are very different languages. Swedish is Germanic and very much like English. Finnish is tonal, I think, and more akin to Vietnamese than any of the surrounding countries. It is a very strange thing. Especially when one considers that Finland used to be a part of Sweden. Anyway, It was great posted by Krister Rollins | 2:09 AM |
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