This day I felt better. Not perfect, but better. We did stuff during the day, but I don't remember what it was. In the evening, though, we went to Blackbird, a vegan restaurant and bar, for the traditional Swedish Christmas smorgasbord. Smorgasbord translates to "sandwich table." At Christmas, it's a Jul bord, a Christmas table. Restaurants will book out seats, and everyone shows up roughly at the same time and stays through the evening. Sus had to book this date out for us last month because everyone wants in on the tasty jul food at Blackbird.
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| This is the road out front of our apartment. It's so pretty with the train lines and the trees. |
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| I'm learning to play the guitar! |
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| Per and Johan with their first plates of food. |
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| New friend Anna showed up late, which meant that I could photograph her food spread, because I'd been too food focused to take a picture of my own. |
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| Johan, Sus, and Carolina |
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| Jansons temptation on the left, gluten free pepperkakor (ginger snaps) upper left, and a plate of tastiness that I couldn't quite finish |
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Blackbird cook, Christina, who also happens to be friends with some Portland friends. So we selfied to send them proof of our meeting. Also I bought this epic sequined sweater at the thrift shop. I realized while sitting in a crowd of black-clad Gothenburg punks that I feel more empowered to wear glitzy clothes while I'm here because I already feel like I stick out like a sore American thumb, so why the fuck not deck myself in sequins. I always have glitter and sequins on the inside, I just rarely feel comfortable wearing glitz on the outside too. You know what they say, "when in rome, wear sparkles." |
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| We sat at this table for SO LONG |
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| Blackbird is small, but they've done a lot with the space |
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| tiny little ice chocolates. They were each thumb-sized |
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| That's us! |
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| Evidently "slang" means hose, but I just think it's a direction of what type of thing to say when you trip over a triangle. We walked home from Sus's place after going back to her's to pick up a spare blanket. The walk was really good for my crohn's stomach, as it is unused to me stuffing it with two plates of dinner, two bowls of rice and whipped cream dessert, and a giant bottle of Jul Must (a specific Christmas soda).. |
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