Hej alla! You know how people write scads about their big life events, detailing them smartly and in a timely manner on their blogs? I'm not going to be like that, apparently! I do post most days on
Instagram. Otherwise, you'll have to make do with sporadic accounts.
So, it's been exactly one month since we moved to Sweden! One month since we hauled our ten suitcases across the Atlantic, schlepped them into our apartment and said: "woah, we live in Europe now." One month of language attempts. One month of trying and failing to find spicy food in restaurants. One month of cold and rain.
Gothenburg is really a lovely city - plenty to enjoy, friendly folks, a number of excellent restaurants and fairly good food generally. The city puts on a ton of events and there's lots of cultural things going on all the time. I think... we're happy. I've still no idea what I'm going to do for work, but there are a bunch of wedding photographers here, so I'm starting in the most logical place. George seems to be enjoying his work quite a bit and gets along great with his colleagues. Even one of our favorite physics couples is coming to live here in the summer, so we've gotten quite lucky on the friend front! Far from being lonely, it seems we're constantly doing social things. If only we made this much effort in DC!
Before we arrived, I committed to a 365 Project for the year (366 actually in 2016) and I've only skipped two days so far. Most of these pictures were taken because I pushed myself to put that photo on the 'grams. All you photographers reading, it's a really good incentive, even if it doesn't hold up so much to illness (like today).
In the airport, before we left New York:
A little scene from our new apartment. The Swedish apartment rental network is very convoluted, but suffice to say we only have it until August, after which we'll have to find somewhere new to live. It's too bad, because we *love* it here. We live in a great neighborhood (Majorna) and the apartment itself is clean, warm, and a very nice size for us. We're used to the studio, so having a door to the bedroom is a huge luxury.
More apartment scenes:
This is the only "street" picture I've taken in Sweden. I don't know culturally how OK everyone is with having a camera in their face, so I'm sort of playing it cool til I get a better feel for things.
A few days after we arrived, there was a big snowstorm and the city got something like eight inches. They don't shovel the sidewalks here at all, so there was just a thick layer of ice on everything until we got some warm weather a week or so later. There was also a snow penis, then a giant snow penis. In this way I knew I would get along in Gothenburg.
This is "Derpy Poseidon", as George and I like to call him. Much of the sculpture in Gothenburg is inexplicably hideous.
Not gonna lie, the first few weeks were tough, especially after George started work. I was just sitting around the house moping and trying to get work done. There was snow everywhere and otherwise it was raining the whole time. Last week I started language classes and things have been *much* rosier for me. I think it's also interacting with people regularly. It's exhausting "networking" but just hanging out with some folks is very pleasant.
Though I did always try to take a long walk when I could find time between rainclouds. Here's the Slottskogen, a beautiful huge park in the middle of the city that also has a small free zoo.
I'm very excited that in July Edmund and Amber (a physics guy and his wife) will come to Chalmers and Gothenburg. They visited for just a few days and Amber bought us this lovely plant, which I immediately set to killing. I don't think it made it a week.
On this particular day, I thought we might take a "nice" walk down to a fort that's about an hour away from the house. Instead, we gave up halfway because a bitter frosty wind was blowing. We ate our picnic in a bus shelter and took the tram home. It was pretty depressing.
I've also been doing #YogaCamp with
Adriene. It feels really good to get back into it. Last year I worked for a while on a home practice and I was very much enjoying that. I find that I do well when it's meant to be every day (and it takes the pressure off to push too hard if you know you'll be back at it tomorrow). I'm halfway through the camp and I don't know what happens after the end of these 30 days but right now it's just nice to be back on my mat daily.
Also, George says: "Your feet aren't normally that ugly." So, what can you do? I may be one of the only women in ... America (can't say that anymore!) who doesn't care if she has ugly feet.
On one of my last "free" days, I took the tram out to Delsjön for a long walk around the lakes. It was quite chilly but the sun was shining it's lovely slanty-all-day light.
On Mardi Gras, Swedes eat semlor in celebration of something that I'm sure is not religious (they're a very secular people). Because I went quite a bit crazy on the
Great American Road Trip, I had quite a bit of weight I was hoping to shrug off. Since we arrived, I've been on the very minor "diet" of no alcohol and no sugar, but I made an exception for a semla on the holiday. I couldn't eat the thing in one go, but I did eventually finish it, and feel sick as hell.
George and I haven't really been to any restaurants to speak of - some pretty good Vietnamese, Greek and Thai but nothing I'd write about. That said, we've been trying to tamp down spending, at least until I can find some work, so we haven't really been eating at the best places.
When we arrived, everyone said the snow was unusual, but we've seen quite a bit of it this month. The biggest problem is that they don't treat the sidewalks at all, so whenever it does snow, it just makes everything super slick and treacherous for just as long as the weather stays below freezing.
God, I love this cake. It's still in the bakery window and I'm well-tempted to buy it.
And that, my friends, finishes the pictures I have of Gothenburg. What else can I tell you?
Swedish class is going very well, I think. We had one week (minus a day when the teacher was ill) last week and I'm sort of blown away by how much my Swedish has improved in that time-period. Not speaking, really... I can't speak to save my life, but I am understanding *much* more writing and even a bit of other people speaking. It's quite cheering. The class meets for three hours every day, so it's very intense, which is good for me because I'd like to be fluent
now so I can start working somewhere (and get more travel money, of course). I'm trying to work very hard so I can get the most out of it. Plus, many of the people in the class are great fun and it's nice to have some associates to kid around with daily.
George and I have been working on tentative travel plans for the year. David comes next week and we'll go to Copenhagen. George has conferences in Madrid, Belgium and Lusanne, Switzerland this year and I'll probably tag along and we may take some time before or after at each locale. We're also planning a week in Iceland with some friends and hopefully a few weeks in Thailand next winter. If I don't have a 9-5 job thing going on, I'll probably take a few other trips as well, particularly if I can bring in some more income.
The grocery stores are quite similar to those here. There are a few items that are new (like herring) and some that are quite difficult to find and I don't know why (like crackers). We're mostly eating the same things we always did, with the addition of a lot more bread (it's mostly whole wheat), salmon and potatoes. The Swedes hardly eat any winter squash, which is surprising to me, but I suppose it is a New World food. They're a meat-and-potatoes people, which doesn't jive with my health sensibilities, but not much grows here anyway.
The weather has been mostly crap - cold and rainy, though not as cold as Arlington, I have delighted to see in my weather app. (Neener neener, Arlington!) One basically must tough it out and just bundle up and get out there, ideally during a break in the rain.
Hm, what else?
- They sell cheese in *enormous* quantities at very low prices. Swedes eat a ton of cheese. They're quite particular about which cheese is eaten at which meal, but I can't make heads or tails of any of it.
- Most toilet paper is 3-ply.
- They complain about the weather all. the. time. Which makes complaining about the weather much easier!
- They have as many brands of crispbread as we do breakfast cereal. They all taste the same to me.
- There are many social groups - two that I know of for ex-pats and they meet weekly or bi-weekly, in addition to two separate women's groups for English speakers. If I wanted to, I could be at two or three events every week, just for meetings and networking chit-chat nights.
- One must meticulously sort one's garbage. Sweden recycles or burns (for fuel) 99% of its garbage, and actually imports trash from other countries. We have three sorting piles in the house, which turn into four or five in the bins, in addition to biogas (food waste) and "garbage", which is mostly burned up.
- Food and disposable things are not that expensive. Anything that is touched by a human is expensive - like dinner out or services like haircuts (they have a very high minimum wage). Objects tend to be very expensive. Luckily, there's a thriving second-hand market for anything you could want.
- Healthcare is (almost) free. Dentistry is extremely affordable. Eldercare is free, I think. School and college are free, for Swedes. They pay a lot in taxes but everyone is well taken care of.
- Along the same lines, when you are quoted a salary for your job, it is after taxes. They tell you a number. You divide that number by 12 and that is how much money you will have each month. Civilized, right!?
- Likewise, everyone in a company at the same level makes the same amount of money. Also, everyone is free to discuss their salary.
- Coffee is included with everything. Swedes drink a ton of very strong coffee.
Alright, I think that's enough writing from me! I'd promise a Month Two blog, but you know I'm not going to make it. But I do a bit of journaling on the 'grams - if you really like me, you'd go there to read up. It serves much more like a diary than this blog does! Thanks for reading, pals. I hope things are going well over there on that side of the pond.
Two other photo-related things I did in June: a nekkid photoshoot for me (ostensibly for George but who are we kidding) and a "couple shoot" with the both of us. Sarah Williams from 
George and I brainstormed for weeks about things that we enjoying doing together that could be "documented." At the end of the day, most of it was eating-related. We literally had lunch at Founding Farmers and Sarah took pictures. She hung out with us for an ungodly amount of time, bless her heart.
That's all I've got from June, man. David, Carrie, George and I rolled over to West Virginia to hang with good friends in their sprawling, mansion-like home. Amazing food and good times were had by all. Other than that, lots of weddings and things.
I wish I could say I nipped that June no-personal-photos thing in the bud but it's not true. I have only a handful to show.
I found myself in Louisville in July with a couple days to kill. I'd never seen the city before. It's got some fun spots but really it's quite sleepy for a major city. Not much going on downtown and such. I thought about this one for a while before I made my choice. Before I die... nothing? I feel pretty good about life. I don't particularly feel the need to check anything else off a list. But if there's one ambition I have, it's to taste more things.
Also in July, Aziz hosted a scavenger photo-hunt from the Leica Store. We were given a list of 12 or 14 things to photograph around the city. Some of these weren't actually part of the hunt - I just took them during the six (!) hours he gave us.
I did not win the scavenger hunt, but I did meet Mike who was carrying around this sombrero on his bike.
The July DC photowalk was held at Fort Reno.
I photoed 
It was just a couple days in Vienna, then we headed on to Prague. The city is really beautiful because it didn't get bombed much in the wars (unlike basically every other European capital). Here are a couple more panoramas from my phone, from the Clock Tower.
I liked Prague quite a bit, but it's nowhere near my contender for "best city," as many friends assured me it would be. It lacks a feel of authenticity in much of the city center - the same way Rome does. They both have an artificiality to them, as though everything is done for your (the tourist's) benefit. I much prefer a bustling place like NYC or Amsterdam that makes things easy for tourists, but also has its own thing going on such that tourists are not the primary thought.
All that said, Prague was a very atmospheric locale to spend five days. I particularly enjoyed the architecture, if not George's compositional skills.
And then! We went to a church decorated all over with bones!! This is the Sedlac Bone Church about 45 minutes from Prague. The priests used the bones of plague victims to remind parishioners about mortality and fleeting-ness of this world and also something about how we're all equal in the eyes of G-d. It was mad awesome.
We also toured Terezin, a very strange concentration camp that the Nazis used for propaganda. This was a more pleasant place than almost anywhere else in the Third Reich but nearly everyone that came to the camp was later sent on to their deaths.
A Cubist coffee shop back in Prague.
Tourists waiting for the famous Astronomical Clock to chime.
I thought this spider helped illustrate what an awesome view we had from our hotel room. I splurged in Prague because it was cheap ($100/night!) and because the rest of the trip our accommodations were covered by George's work.
And with that eight-legged dude, I leave you. We had one more destination on this year's European gallivanting, but that is a story for another day.
May was a bit of a rough month for me. I sprained my ankle halfway through and I've had to rest it since. Even though it was a minor sprain (as self-diagnosed by me and the internet), it's still swollen more than two weeks later. If you know anything about me, you know I walk a lot. It's my main form of entertainment and my default activity to get out of the house and do something. (It's a working from home thing, see. If I didn't get out and deliberately walk, I'd just sit inside my house all day at the computer.)
So far, thirty one is the year of my body breaking on down all over the place. I'm kind of hoping to get quickly to 32 so I can maybe avoid this pitfall year of sprains, strains and other maladies.
Early in the month, I headed north for a Baltimore Fun Day. PostSecret's Frank Warren was giving a presentation at the American Visionary Art Museum. I'd never seen him talk and it was free, so I rolled on up. I spent some time walking around the city but it was more of a pound-the-pavement day than a photo day.
This next presenter is my own lovely husband George. He gave a big talk at DC Nerd Nite last month and it seemed to be a hit. He's an accomplished dude.
Later on, a whole mess of WWII-era planes made a flyover on the Mall, so I gathered with the fine folks at 
Mid-month, 
I spent another couple days in Toronto banging around. I had my camera and all, but maybe I was sort of photo'ed out from the wedding.
Ankle sprain day. I needed to entertain myself, as George had been out of town for a good week and a half at this point. I took the metro in to see an art festival way on up in NW, totally inaccessible to metro (except for crazy walkers like me). I got out at Shaw, walked a huge loop and then came back through to Brookland. I rewarded myself with a glass of wine and a long sit at Brookland Pint, but when I went to stand up, my leg had fallen asleep and just collapsed under me. When I got to my feet, I realized I had a busted ankle. Womp womp. I spent the rest of my month sitting on the couch and complaining.
Rolling Thunder motorcycle riders gather in the Pentagon parking lot. I didn't expect to be photographing bikers, but it was a nice detour on my way into the city.
Creeptastic dolls in Shaw.
Finally, the fifth #DCPhotowalks photowalk took place at AwesomeCon. I was still hobbling around, so I didn't go hard at this one, but it was great fun seeing all the elaborate costumes.
Until next time!