But I’m back! Back to Sweden. Back to work. Back to my flat. Back to all the snow that slightly melted and then turned into patches of black ice everywhere here in Stockholm. And back to blogging. And unless I fall on that treacherous black ice and can’t move my fingers, I PROMISE to be more faithful to my followers, or what’s left of them.
With that said, gott nytt år! That’s happy new year! for you non-Swedish speakers. I made it back to Stockholm with only a day to spare before Dec 31, having been delayed by the 2 feet of snow that hit Newark just hours before my travel itinerary had me scheduled for a layover there. SO thankful not to have spent day(s) in an airport, though, as I know thousands of other people had to do.
And so we rang in the new year with our dear friends starting with the Swedish Christmas drink, glögg, then a delicious 3-course meal
and then much drinking and merriment as a blizzard raged and we counted down the hours-minutes-seconds until we could say