Just got back from a nice vacation in Sweden. I really miss it so much, and my heart is aching to be back there. The cold kicked my fuckin' ass though. I celebrated Lucia with an amazing family that welcomed me as one of their own and even performed a Luciatåg in costume, and sang for me to give me a taste of the culture and they made a Julbord for me (christmas table feast) and we all decorated the tree together. It was magical and wonderful and waugh! I miss it / them so much. They went all out to give me a really traditional Swedish Lucia and I'm feeling so special and loved. I also got to enjoy an epic viking feast at Aifur in Stockholm which was just... fucking amazing. Everyone is seated on longhall tables and benches covered in plush reindeer furs. Viking weaponry and art all over the walls, a longship suspended from the ceiling, everything lit by candles and lanterns, food eaten with simple iron smithed utensils and served on slabs of wood, live entertainers on drums, hurdy gurdy, etc. The mead flowed, the fucking food... holy shit it was phenomenal... the mead was great too. God damnit you guys. Other highlights of the trip was partying at these three Icelandic brothers' house, ton of people there, all cool as fuck and Swedes know how to party (once they're drinking and there are no more awkward silences that Swedes are so well known for). Also had an epic tabletop gaming night with like 8 of my friends and of course the usual walking / exploring / sightseeing / shopping / dining. And fika. So, so, so, so much fika. BLECH. I don't know how they can eat cake every day, it's just too much. But I definitely appreciated the coffee and I was polite enough to taste the various cakes, one of which is this magical fucking unicorn of a cake called Budapeststubbe and I had two bites and pretty much died. That fucking good. I left my heart back in frost-covered, sparkly, icy Sweden. I miss it so much already.