One of the best ways to know about a local culture is to mingle with a local family on a festive day. I accidentally joined a traditional Crayfish Party held every summer in Sweden with my friend’s family, and here’s the story: Back in August 2006, I stayed in Amsterdam to
One morning at The Royal Palace Square in Stockholm. A perfect time to enjoy the breeze, deep fresh air inhalation, and the sound of silence in a place that attracts millions of tourists every year, where the sound of chattering crowds in numerous languages would eventually – inevitably – arrive within an hour
As soon as our ship disembarked in Stockholm at 8.30 am, the clock was ticking. We had to remind ourselves to be back to the ship before 2.30 pm as it would sail to Copenhagen after that. If only we could “freeze” the time a little longer. Visiting Gamla stan,
I remember some jealous commentaries from European people about what my country, Indonesia, has: beach, sunshine and heat. A friend of mine in Helsigborg showed me the so-called “Tropical Beach” that draws the end of Swedish territory. Nothing special about it, until she told me this, “The beach is artificial.