Maybe the title isn’t totally fair, but being responsible for the general well-being of 20 18-22 year-olds is definitely a new way for me to travel. And I think it’s at least partly contributing to my on-going sleep deprivation. Continue reading
Fika: the Swedish (and Finnish) concept of having coffee (or tea, or hot chocolate, or lemonade) and probably a pastry or two. To be completed any time of day. Possibly more than once. Can be used as a noun or a verb. As in, “would you like to go out for fika?” Or just, “let’s go fika!”
This has been on my list of things-to-look-forward-to pretty much since I started planning the trip and learned this was a thing. It started with a post about Swedish cinnamon buns (Kanelbullar), then the ordering of a cookbook devoted exclusively to fika, and it pretty much snowballed from there.
I resisted the fika temptation after dinner last night – but only because I’d been up for roughly 36 hours and needed to get some glorious, glorious sleep. We left Spartanburg at 2:30 pm on Thursday, arrived in Stockholm at 2:10 pm on…
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At 4:30 this morning, my eyes opened of their own accord – for the second time in three days. But the crazy thing is, I’m not even mad about it. Because in about 12 hours, I’ll be departing with a group of 20 intrepid students on a trip I’ve been scheming up for more than a year. And I’m beyond stoked about it.
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Given how much I bake, it’s sort of surprising I’ve never gotten around to blogging about it. But I kind of figure there are plenty of food blogs out there, and I prefer to reap the benefits of those rather than add to them. Maybe that’s selfish. I dunno. But my friend Collin requested I compile a list of my five favorite cookie recipes to share with interested readers. Continue reading
I’m going to do the world a favor and offer up this recipe for some of the best cookies I’ve ever experienced.
Couchsurfing restores my faith in humanity. Let’s just start with that. For those of you who haven’t heard of it, Couchsurfing is an online community of like-minded folks willing to offer a couch or mattress or floor to a fellow traveler. It’s a sharing thing. There’s an elaborate reference and identity verification system for each person’s profile, so with some common sense and courtesy, it offers world travelers (such as myself) an inexpensive way to see places and a much friendlier experience of foreign parts.
Europe is marvelous. Yesterday, we hopped on a train from Copenhagen, took a bridge across the Øresund Strait, and arrived in Malmo, Sweden. Intellectually, I know this is not all that different from driving between Nevada and California, but taking a morning jaunt to another country just has more panache, even if the city itself didn’t.