Dear Diary,
I'm in Sweden. Malmö, Sweden. You know I'm not lying because where else would I be able to make such a cool ö? only on a swedish keyboard. ööööäääää. Some things I like about sweden:
everyone speaks english. Not even broken english. Better english than I speak. yesterday I went to buy an ice cream cone to eat by this canal in the city. Initially, the girl selling ice cream spoke to me in Swedish, but when i replied in English, she just automatically switched to English that sounded so American she could have been from California or something. It was just like, 'okay, cool. do you want a cup or a cone? Thatll be 16 crowns.' I am impressed, but i have to remember that every kid here learns english in school and they listen to tons of American music and watch a lot of American movies.
It's fun to be somewhere foreign where I really don't stand out at all. I mean, I buy everything at H&M just like everyone else here and I would say that I am pretty Swedish looking. They are not ALL blonde. I feel like I have been traveling so much that if I woke up tomorrow in Greenland or Russia or Algeria I would just be like, 'okay, cool. now what?' Everytime someone talks to me I have to consciously think of what language to tell them I don't speak. I don't speak French? no, that was last week. German? no. It will be nice to be in London again, even if it is only for a few days, just because I can say everything I want to whoever I want. "i want a milky tea and a digestive biscuit, stat!!"
I spent the morning at the Swedish design center. I am learning that there is more to Swedish design than just Ikea. The best part was getting a tea in the little cafeteria. darling dishes of course, and tiny vases of flowers on every perfect little table. I sat for a long time looking at the pictures in the design magazines laying around. Because that's what i could do. look at the pictures.
Love,
Diana