when in Rome

Saturday was a stereotypical tourist day. My buddy, Julia, arranged for me to meet some other new students and we did a walking tour of the city and she showed me where I will be studying (Bläusenhus). We had our first fika (an excuse to eat cake every afternoon) and went to the wonder that is IKEA. Although it was pretty much identical to every other IKEA store it was pretty exciting to be sitting in Sweden having Swedish meatballs. I didn’t need to buy much as my HUMUNGOUS suitcases held nearly everything I could need. I did, however, spend about half an hour deciding which pillow to buy. At this point I thought I had broken the family camera, but according to Sarah and dad I hadn't taken the photography course... basically the battery is too small for the charger. I'm sure I'll be back to IKEA photos soon though!

After traipsing back to my accommodation we went to the local shop intending to cook a meal for dinner… salad and cookies. The plan was to go to a party afterwards but we spent so long speaking and chucking hot water into the cold air that it was too late to go anywhere but bed. Although I've barely been here I am still amazed at the cultural differences. Also no one seems to believe that I'm scottish. So far everything seems to think I'm american, one brazilian guy asked if I was estonian and a girl from Australia asked if english was my second language... Slightly worrying when I spent so much of last semester studying communication