Swedish Police and Swedish Criminals

I had plenty of experience with American police in LA, not because I was a bakery worker by day and druglord by night, but because we lived next to what was referred to as "the crack motel", a place frequently visited by the police.

In the beginning, it surprised me how often the police would pull their guns (not to mention tazing people for practically nothing), but I got used to seeing interviews where the police would say that they "had to shoot the suspect and unfortunately he died" and it always reminds me of an interview I saw with a Swedish police officer.

The situation was this:
A man had threatened several people in a public square and this officer was trying to talk to him, telling him to put down the baseball bat he was holding.

Reporter - So, I understand this was the first time you felt forced to fire your gun
Police - Well, the man was moving toward a group of children and he just would not listen to what I was saying, so in the end...*sigh*...I shot him in the toe.
Reporter - And then what did he do?
Police - He fell to the ground and started to cry.

No street cred there!
But before you think that the Swedish police couldn't hang in the US, check this out

Delicious shortcut

Cinnamon Buns!!!

Yesterday, me and my mom spent hours in the kitchen baking hundreds of cinnamon buns! I've really missed my mom so it was great having a lazy day at home, just talking and baking, and of course: Eating the result :)

Crushing the spices

They're starting to take shape...

First batch is ready!

Enough to last us through the winter, haha!

It's a Swedish thing

In the US, I was always concious of the fact that I had, shall we say, a "different" sense of humor. At times when I'd make certain comments there would be stunned faces and horrified gasps, but as my friends got used to it, they would simply shake their head and smile (I'd like to think it was a loving smile, but it could possibly also be a oh-christ-she-should-be-locked-up type of smile, but really, that's neither here nor there...)

So when I walked around town the other day and saw this sign,
I had to show you; It's a Swedish thing, not a Mim thing!

That light

Today I saw that winterlight for the first time since I arrived. It's a hazy, peachy light that I've never seen in LA and it makes the view almost look surreal.

View from my window right now

Swedish word of the day

Kalaspuffar!!!

Now, only the 'Lette people would get this one, so this is for you :)

Sweden's finest!

Swedish police got the moves!

We are not in LA anymore...

Smoothies, not syringes!

My kind of town

Yesterday I went for a stroll through Haga, one of the oldest part of the city, where most of the houses are from the early 1600's. It's so cozy just to walk around on the cobblestone roads and when looking up some of the empty streets, it is as if no time has passed.

Haga is also the place if you want to try the best cinnamon bun in the world!

Just don't try finishing one of those cinnamon buns on your own, the're the size of a dinner plate!

Meanwhile in Sweden

I believe this is what they call "Making the most of local resources"

Autumn sun and evening moon

Unlike Los Angeles where the sun sets rapidly and leave the evening pitch black, in Sweden, the sun takes it's time, painting the sky orange, pink, purple and finally deep blue. When you see the sun set at the horizon, turn around, and watch the huge yellow moon rise on the other side.

See you next fall!

I'm so used to arrive in Sweden in the middle of the butt cold winter, so to be here and still be able to enjoy the sun warming my face and watching the leaves change from golden to crimson feels amazing!

Starting out and starting over

As I'm leaving 6 years of eternal summer behind, I feel I've come to love the contrasts that rain, darkness and snow brings. I miss twirling through red and yellow leaves dancing in the wind, I miss running to take cover from a spring rainstorm and I find myself longing for the feeling of walking on newly fallen snow in the dark hours of the morning, when it is completely quiet with the exception of the crunching sound under your feet.

There is, of course, a lot more to Sweden than just seasons changing, and I will try to show you everything that I love, and hopefully convince some of you to come and visit! Or if nothing else, follow me on my journey to re-discover my homeland.

Welcome to my side of Sweden!