Showing posts with label Euro Stereotypes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Euro Stereotypes. Show all posts

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Passport Update: Covered bridges & cow bells

(Note, this should've been published in October 2012)
We were so excited for our family to visit us and even more excited to reunite in beautiful Switzerland. Jon, Calvin and I flew into Zurich a day early to see some of the city before meeting up with the Ferlands.  Zurich is all business and doesn't have much culture (that we could see), so we were waiting with anticipation for the Ferlands to arrive.  As always, we managed to have a good time and Calvin found this really big "ball" that was a water fountain.  His shirt was soaked through within a minute, so he went shirtless -- like a little Georgia boy should.
Naked (half) time!

We even found a fun playground and hung around a church.  Overall, Zurich was lacking a lot of "personality."  We were there for about 6 hours and felt like we had seen all we wanted to see.


Climbing the steps...Calvin makes it fun
We met up with the Ferlands at the train station, as well as Babci's cousin, Margarete.  She is a wild one!

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

I'm the Swedish Peter Forsberg

Last month, my neighbor asked if I had any interest in playing innebandy (http://www.innebandy.se/).  Without knowing exactly what it was, I said yes and started asking my coworkers once I got in to the office.  Turns out it is indoor floor hockey, Swedish style.  This is evidently a huge deal here, and they actually have a semi-pro league that runs in the winter.  Also, every swede I told about my invitation just said to be careful, that innebandy gets pretty physical and to make sure I “bring my elbows”.  So I was a little nervous, but got myself mentally ready to rough up some Viking if need be…. 

The first Wednesday, they only had 5 people able to play, so it was cancelled last minute (minimum of 6). 

The second Wednesday, I decided to go to drink beers and watch fotbol with work buddies.

Today was the third Wednesday, and it was GAME ON

A few random observations from the hour long game:

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Ten Revelations -- Courtesy of Sweden

Assimilation is a process. It happens slowly but I have noticed a few changes in myself that I believe I can directly attribute to moving to Sweden.

Here are my top ten revelations since we moved here about how life has changed:

1. I need to clean...all of the time
I'm not just talking about cleaning because I'm home more often and have more time to clean. No.  My floors are hardwood and white tile.  Dirt and leaves stand out so clearly.  Also, Bessie is no longer licking the floor obsessively, so I actually have to sweep after Calvin's meals. Whenever we go to someone's house for a playdate, I can't help but notice how super clean their houses are.  It might be the Ikea furnishings or stark white walls, but everyone's house is near sterile clean.  Jon and I are not the most fastidious cleaners, but my obsession with sweeping is nearing a compulsive disorder.

2. Metric rules!
I opened a skeleton garland to decorate for our Halloween party and the package said the garland was 60 inches long.  My mind had NO CONCEPT as to how long that was. Was that 5 feet? 2 feet? I don't know!  When did my head stop computing English measurements and switch to metric? My brain doesn't comprehend inches anymore.  What's next? Dollars?

3. I don't convert money
Unlike converting temperatures constantly from Celsius into Fahrenheit, I try my best not to convert SEK to USD.  It's just better for everyone for me not to truly understand how much my sandwich at lunch really cost me.  When I'm in the grocery store, I basically just pick out whatever I want and I don't price compare.  Hey, I'm in this store and I need diapers. I'm not going to walk 10 minutes to the next store to buy their diapers. We limit our purchases only to what we need since we know that everything is expensive.  We end up with a pantry full of essentials and nothing goes to waste. 

4.  Calvin is an introvert
Imagine this: the room is full of children and parents. The kids are running around and playing -- making tons of noise and laughing.  There is one kid who is standing by the wall -- observing everything and taking it all in.  That is Calvin.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Swedes are not "cold"


I read or heard somewhere that people have deemed Swede's personalities as "cold."  After the day I had today, I would disagree with that assessment and I'm not even Swedish.

Swedes may not want to insult your ability to handle things on your own by holding the door open for you or helping you if you don't ask, but they have literally rushed to my aid

Monday, September 24, 2012

Finding the Swedish Bible Belt



Since moving to Sweden, one challenge has been finding a church to attend.  In Atlanta, we had a great church that was right around the corner, had a great jazz trio that played at 10am and offered plenty of room to step away and feed / console Calvin if he decided he didn’t want to be in church at that time.  Oh, and they offered mass in English as well…

Unfortunately, it has been decidedly more difficult to find a comparable option here in Sweden.  For one thing, churches are just not as common here in agnostic (at best) northern Europe than in the Bible Belt of America.  Here, churches have partnerships, with groups of 2-4 parishes rotating who hosts the service that week.  We’ve been caught a few times

Friday, September 14, 2012

Fantasy Fotbol


I’m not stranger to fantasy sports – I’ve probably been in at least one league a year since 2000 or so, and have had teams for football (obviously), baseball, basketball and I think even hockey one year.  (Let’s not bring up the F1 league run by the Dwyer’s – I’m an embarrassment for 5 years running)

But earlier this week I had a new “first”.  I was walking into the building in the morning with my Italian buddy and he asked I was interested in a Champions League Fantasy Team.  I said yes before we even finished the sentence, but he kept trying to explain

Thursday, September 13, 2012

International Delight -- Part II

FLASHBACK!  Me, Kyle and Samantha circa July 2007
July 2012 -- 5 years later and slightly less reckless
Our very first visitor to our apartment in Stockholm, was my best friend, Samantha.  She braved schizophrenic weather changes (sun to hail to rain to snow to sun in less than 3 hours) and we wrote all about her first visit here.  The timing of her second visit meant that she was also our first visitor to our new house in the "country."  Unlike her last trip

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

The Dwyers invade the Capital of Scandinavia

Stockholm!   So many ideas and so many things to say.

How to begin??? hummm…..with the delightful Calvin? The beautiful Lisa? The wonderful Jonathan? Or even the friendly Bessie? All good beginnings. They are tremendous hosts and were happy to share the best of their new city.   Or do I begin with all of the things that we had heard about Sweden before we left America?  That is it full of tall blond people who love to drink? That it is a clean, nearly sterile place? That Swedes are not very friendly? That all Swedes speak English? That it is very expensive?

Saturday, June 16, 2012

@Sweden gets some heat this week


Sweden has been in the news recently and not in a good way. It is always interesting to read about the country we are living in and have it mocked by one of my favorite comedians, Stephen Colbert.  Curators of Sweden hands over the @Sweden Twitter account every week to a new Swede for them to tweet their experiences and show the world their perspective on life.  It has been really interesting to follow and we have been loyal readers of the various "curators" of @sweden since we moved here.  My personal favorites were the lesbian truck driver

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Why do we drink? A Detailed Analysis of Beer vs Coffee Consumption in Sweden vs USA




One odd thing I’ve noticed here is that Swedes drink A LOT of coffee, but only caffeinated.  I’ve never seen a decaf option in any of the work coffee machines, and there is only one option in the grocery store, compared to a whole aisle of caffeinated coffee.  When I’ve asked about decaf before, coworkers just laugh at me and ask what the point is. 

On the flip side, these folks drink a lot of non/low alcohol beer, which people in the states would never do (unless they were pregnant ladies I think).  They just drink n/a beers here because they like how it tastes with their meal.

So, based on this input, Americans drink coffee for the taste, not the caffeine, and Swedes drink beer for the taste, not the booze.  Does this mean that Americans like coffee more than Swedes and Swedes like beer more than ‘mericans?  This doesn’t seem right at all, but I can’t think of another way to make sense of it

Only thing I can do is go native and find out what these “work-day” beers are all about…







Saturday, May 19, 2012

Topics that I don't care enough about to give full articles...

I’ve tried recently to put out a lot more blogs, but my queue is still building up, so I figured it was random observations time.  As usual, just a few little things that have jumped out at me, but are not long enough for full-length blogs.



Linguistic Oddity #1 - Pie v cake – When we were having a few meetings discussing the presentation we were building, I kept getting confused with everyone talking about cake.  It was “cake this” and “cake that” and, because we have pastries delivered to the office every other week, I was getting pumped up.  Then I realized that they all substituted “cake” for “pie” when discussing pie charts – “we need to get a bigger piece of the cake” instead of “we need to get a bigger piece of the pie”.  Just a slightly different take on it, but it really threw me for a loop.  Thinking about it, I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen many “pies” available at the bakeries here, just various sorts of cakes, tarts and pastries.  So maybe the “pie” analogy just wouldn’t make sense here.  Regardless, this will require more visits to the bakery to investigate further…



 Linguistic Oddity #2 - Question Marks  – Normally when talking about an issue, ‘mericans say “well, that is the question”.  Here though, I’ve heard numerous folks say “well, that is the question mark”.  Just a fun little discrepancy there.

Linguistic Oddity #3 - Facebook “Assault”  – I overheard my coworker (mid-30s single Greek/Swede guy) talking to some folks the other day.  I initially started paying attention when he started explaining how he was “assaulted” the other day, then became perplexed when he explained that people “liked” it afterwards without knowing.  He then repeated the story to someone else how he had been “Facebook Assaulted”, and someone had posted a fraudulent status that garnered a number of likes from his friends.  No one else had batted an eye during this, so I’m not sure if this is a Swedish thing to use “assaulted” (actually a little more graphic verb) instead of hacked, but I don’t like this oddity as much as the whole pie vs cake thing. 

Dogs - 
 In the US, you would only see a dog off it’s leash in public when at a dog park.  NOT HERE – it’s everywhere.  In the park, on the running path, in the middle of the sidewalk, crossing the street, there are no limits here.  I’m not sure if they just spend all winter just training their dogs to not leave their side or what, but I know that if Darby (Bessie loves food too much) is off her leash for 2 seconds she will sprint after the nearest duck/rabbit/squirrel/shadow and we will never see her again.  Give us one more winter I guess

Pocket squares – All the euro-guys at work wear pocket squares in their suit jackets.  I realized that my suit jackets looked really, really plain, so I added that little item to my birthday list for this year.  I’m in the fashion capital of Scandinavia – I need to step my game up.  



Live odds during sporting events – When I’ve watched hockey or fotbol on TV and I’ve gotten confused at the sports ticker on the bottom of the screen.  It popped up every few minutes, but the scores didn’t really make sense to me.  That’s when I noticed that they were sponsored by betus.com, livesports.com and a few other online betting sites.  Evidently these were the live odds offered by the online gambling companies.  So if the original odds have Stockholm as the big favorite against Helsinki, but then Helsinki scores a goal, they will update the odds in real time so that degenerate/awesome gamblers can put more money down.  I love it because it is so different from the US method of trying to pretend that sports betting doesn’t exist or that it is the end of pure sports or whatever.  Unfortunately I don’t know enough about soccer or hockey to take advantage of these bets and pay off calvin’s college fund, but if I see these things on during an American football  broadcast, I am IN!


Decks – Now that it is nice out, a lot more restaurants offer seating outside.  By that, I don’t mean that they just toss a few tables and chairs out there – I mean that they build a whole deck, taking up 90% of their sidewalk.  I’m assuming that this isn’t the first time they’ve done this, which means that they must rip down the decks come Sept/October.  These guys LOVE the outdoors once it gets nice out!

Blankets – Along with the whole “outside seating” thang, it’s also been interesting that each bar with a  deck has a pile of blankets available for patrons.  These were available in the winter, but honestly, who would sit outside in the Stockholm winter.  Now though, if the sun goes behind the clouds, the blankets are “really comfy cozy!” (according to lis)


Hockey Sticks – I know that I joked when we first moved out here that I was going to get big into hockey and that Calvin would become a gretzky-style star.  But really, these guys LOVE hockey.  Even now in the summer, I see people walking around with hockey sticks (usually the plastic ones).  Doesn’t matter if it is on the Ericsson campus, at the café or in the subway.  Young, old, guy, girl no difference – they are always ready if a faceoff challenge occurs at any point.







Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Increasing EU - US Relationships (aka French Dislike is Universal)


During my Swedish class the other day, I was talking with the 22 yr old german dude and the 20 yr old French guy (trying to get the hook up for where the coolest parties are in Stockholm – but they weren’t going to give up that info to a 30yr old, married father). I was asking them about Vienna (where Lisa and I are visiting in a few weeks), and the Parisan said that it was a gorgeous city, but that Austrians were all jerks. He had to leave after that, so I asked the German what was wrong with the Austrians. He explained that Austrians were fine, but that everyone in Europe hated the French, and therefore the French probably think the rest of Europe was filled with rude people. We then bonded over our mutual distrust of French people (although the kid in my class seems fine). Evidently they are all snotty, refuse to learn/use any other language and think they are better than everyone. We did some good solid french bashing until the train came - good to know that anti-francophiles are not just a US thing…


(finding the pictures for this blog was a good time, not going to lie)