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Easter Eggs?  Yes Please!

Easter is here, our first official holiday in this new country. Wait, is that right? Weren’t we here for Valentine’s Day? Hmm…I think so… Ah, yes, we must have been! We moved here in January and that was in February. Huh…apparently the Swedes don’t really celebrate it overmuch because I didn’t see a single chocolate heart in the stores or even see any decorations. That’s right folks, Valentine’s Day just wasn’t a big deal here so I basically forgot it. My dear husband did not, so that was good 😃

As I was saying, Easter is here and it is our first official holiday in this new country. How do I know it is here? Wowza! How could I not? These people are very serious about Easter. The decorations are ALL OVER. Let’s talk about that a little. Easter decorations in Göteborg are so fun! There are trees and branches across town adorned with brightly colored feathers. When we went to check out Mölndal the other day, every small tree in the town center was covered. They are super cute.

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Most stores also have these feather decorations in the windows, and just about every florist in town has branches you can purchase, as well as the feathers. The stores also have huge candy displays filled with chocolate eggs, marshmallow ducks (almost a PEEP!) and other tasty treats.

The trees and windows aren’t the only things being decorated. Swedes even decorate the kids for Easter! How fun is that? I found out about this tradition about a month ago when my husband forwarded me a message about the company Easter party (in case you are wondering, yes we did go and it was a lot of fun—more about that later). In the message, they provided a link about Easter in Sweden as well as a picture of two children wearing the customary costumes. So, how do children dress up for Easter? As witches! That’s right, not bunnies or ducks, these kids dress up as Easter Witches. The cutest witches you’ve ever seen. They have aprons and head scarves and paint red cheeks and freckles on their faces. It is a fun sight to see. My son really enjoyed wearing his apron and scarf courtesy of a last minute shopping run at Hemköpp—pronounced Hemshop. Do you see how that goes? A “k” pronounced like “sh”? So odd… Anyway, Hemköpp is one of the local grocery stores and Easter is such a big deal that they carried everything you could possibly need to make your place and your person festive. That is how serious they are about Easter.

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Sugar overload

Hmm…does this mean Swedes are religious? No, from everything I have read, they are not particularly religious. Instead, they are very family oriented. Even though many Swedes have moved away from organized religion, they’ve held onto the holidays as a way to ensure additional time spent with family. Even the schools are closed from Friday through Monday for the Easter holiday.

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Loved this window decoration! 

Curious about the exact traditions Swedes are following?  Here is a link to The Local, an English language site that discusses all topics related to Sweden.  They even provide a picture of the cute Easter Witches 😃  When researching the topic myself, I felt this page was very helpful.  The last link here talks about the origins of Easter in Sweden and I like it because I think it’s important to know the history behind the celebrations.  Also, I find root words rather exciting—yes, I know that makes me sound like a weirdo, but to each his/her own.

One of the things I found quite funny is that I haven’t seen a lot of Easter baskets around. What I have seen again and again are Easter eggs; small, medium, large, and extra large, hollow cardboard eggs that you fill with goodies. I let the little guy pick out his own egg and he picked a big one out (thank you thrift shopping). Happily, the stores have plenty of non sugary options that can go in the eggs along with the sugar laden options. Swedes really do like their candy!

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So, how did we celebrate? I mentioned our first celebration in the beginning of this blog. The amazing employees at my husband’s office arranged a first rate Easter party. Everyone was invited to bring their families; children were running all about the office. A huge pancake luncheon was prepared and there were many fun activities including foam egg painting, branch decorating, coloring, and even a video game set up on a big screen. The wonderful administrative staff even set up an egg hunt and ran with the little ones as they scoured the office for treats. This was the most fun I’ve had at an office event and it’s not even my office. I think it is important to note that everyone was very inclusive. I’ve been told time and again that Swedes are standoffish and difficult to engage, but this stereotype is repeatedly debunked here in Göteborg. One sweet boy even let our little guy play ping pong with him, even though a 3 year old is definitely not an ideal partner.

Our second celebration was the birthday party of a new friend’s child; filled with laughter, good food, and camaraderie.

Finally, like others in Göteborg and the States, our actual Easter day will be spent together as a family, eating a meal, begging for chocolate from the toddler, and playing at the park. Don’t worry, I know how lucky I am 🙂

It’s getting late and Easter is fast approaching; time for me to sign off. As the Swedes would say, Glad Påsk! (Sounds like Glaad Posk—think post with a k). And of course, as we Americans say, Happy Easter!

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Easter Egg safely hidden for the toddler to find

Until next time…

 

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Life is for living

Yesterday, after almost a full day in Göteburg experiencing radio silence (I didn’t read the news, look at social media, or listen to the radio), my aunt back in the States told me about the attacks in Belgium. This isn’t the first terrorist attack in Europe since we moved here. The first attacks that truly got my attention were those in Paris last year. When I think of Paris and Belgium, I picture bustling cities with busy people rushing to work. I hear “Le Vie En Rose” in my ears and taste rich chocolate in my mouth. Ancient churches, cobblestone streets, and an eclectic mixture of people are all impressions I have of these places.

My first visit to Brussels and my first visit to Paris were on a trip with my aunt when I was 17. If I saved up my airfare and souvenir money, my aunt agreed to fly transport me from country to country and provide food and lodging. The trip was long planned and and anticipated with excitement, but came at a time of massive transition. Two nieces had been born and my grandpa had just passed. I was sad and angsty and overwhelmed. Thankfully, my aunt is very pragmatic and independent. She understood that I might need space to do my own thing, and trusted me to let her know when I wanted to be alone (I think she appreciated being free of the angsty teen as well). Brussels was overwhelming for me. So much traffic! Such crazy drivers! Do they speak French? Wait, is that German?? Eek! I was so lost… Then the glory of Neuhaus chocolate and finally, the grandeur of seeing the ruins of an old church amongst all that was modern. Those are my impressions of Brussels. An amazing multicultural city, filled with history and life.

Arriving in Paris was equally overwhelming. I remember a small hotel, was it Hotel des Artistes? I think so, but can’t be sure. It had an ancient dog and the tiniest elevator I had ever seen. The beds were singles and very springy (as in springs in your back…). Nonetheless, the fresh bread and apricot jam with hot chocolate in the morning were a revelation. In Paris I experienced some level of independence. I found a post office and mailed packages and wandered about until I found a chocolate shop. It took some time, but I finally remembered enough French to buy a chocolate egg wrapped in a box to bring back to my French teacher back home. The box part stumped me. To this day I do not know the word box in French… It was also in Paris that a slightly off man with very few teeth in a black trench coat chased me down the street shouting in French. The first of many slightly odd people that have since chased me down streets. It is where I had my first sip of red wine with a meal and where I first spoke with a waiter who earned a proper living and considered his job to be a career. He had worked in gradually better and better restaurants, constantly improving his skills and taking pride in his work. He wasn’t looked down on for his work, he was appreciated for his contribution to the atmosphere of the restaurant. I found this to be a key takeaway from that trip. The idea that all humans should be appreciated for their dedication to work and to do their best.

During that first visit to Europe, I never expected to one day live here. I also never expected to hear about terror attacks in restaurants and theaters or buses and airports. At home, we still talked about Columbine, because it was still fresh. I didn’t expect that school shootings would become so frequent that I wouldn’t remember each of the schools. The fact is that terrorists are terrorists. They come in all colors, all religions, all nationalities. They see the vibrancy of life in schools, restaurants, theaters, on the street, and want to damage that. Fear is their weapon; causing neighbors to look distrustfully at neighbors and strangers to avoid speaking on the street.

I had a moment recently where I almost gave into that. It was almost time for my Svenska class. I was hungry and needed a quick snack. Around me, there were many options, but they were all exposed seating in the middle of a shopping mall. There were no walls to sit against. I almost walked out without eating. The Paris attacks went through my mind and I questioned sitting to eat where there was no wall at my back, where I couldn’t see all the exits. Finally, I reminded myself that fear should not control my actions and I sat down and ate a sandwich surrounded by strangers of many colors, speaking many languages. No one bothered me. No one was harassed or hurt. Everyone was just enjoying their meals with friends, family, or solo like myself.

Don’t let fear stop you from welcoming people who are different. Don’t let it stop you from being where you want to be or doing what you want to do. When we give into that fear, the terrorists win. Life is for living.

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Life is too short to be scared of the dark

Until next time…

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Alfons Ã…bergs Kulturhus, Fun for All

Today is a frigid, rainy day in Göteborg. After a week home sick, keeping my toddler in is simply not an option. What to do? Universeum? No… Universeum requires stamina. The building is huge and walking around keeps you busy for hours.

Next up in our tour of children’s activities in this exciting city is Alfons Ã…bergs Kulturhus!

Here are the nitty gritty details:

What: Alfons Ã…bergs Kulturhus
Where: Slussgatan 1, 411 08 Göteborg
Tram Stop: Centralstation
When: 10am to 4pm, 365 days of the year
How Much: Children under 1 are free. 1-16 cost 85 SEK per visit. Adults from 17 years old are 125 SEK per visit. Annual passes run 285 SEK for children and 375 SEK for adults. They also provide additional rates for multi visits, family groups, etc… You can find that information here.

Why Alfons Åbergs Kulturhus? Several reasons really…

– Easy access from the tram (it’s just next to Central Station)
– Relatively compact
– Lots of kids to distract mine
– Multitude activities
– Full cafe with drinks, lunch, and snacks
– Comfortable seating for weary parents
– Warm, cozy, and dry

This exciting play space is based on a series of Swedish children’s books written by Gunilla Bergstrom. As the Kulturhus website discusses, these books are available in many countries (in the US, look for Alfie Atkins) and is the first to highlight an affectionate dad. As you go from room to room, there are many opportunities for imagination play and exploring the environment around you.

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Let’s start our exploration from just outside.  When you approach the building, you will immediately notice the buggy parking just out front.  Locks are highly recommended.  If you do not have one, the staff inside will rent you a lock for 10 SEK.  As you enter the building, the entrance splits into two rooms. Each room has cubby holes for shoes, hooks for jackets, and locking cabinets in case you have valuables. Each locking cabinet costs 10 SEK for use (non-refundable). I strongly recommend shedding as many belongings as possible. Shoes are not allowed, nor is outside food. I always keep my wallet available to use inside and a bottle of water. Directly ahead you will find the entrance desk. The opposite side of this desk is a snack and lunch counter. After you pay your entry fee or show your season pass, a world of play is at your fingertips.

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The main floor has two toilet rooms, the cafe, a gift shop, a theater, a playroom with comfy living room furniture (the gold chair is my favorite), several pretend businesses, a functional wooden slat helicopter, a maze, and an overhead play area with slide. Whew…that was a mouthful. There is a ton of stuff in this place! Upstairs is also very exciting. In addition to another toilet, you will find crickets (yes, crickets—in a wall), a miniature area with magnifying glasses, lego play area, miniature village, seating, toys galore, a tool workshop, large floor puzzle, and a cozy reading nook complete with books in English and Svenska.  We’ve now visited five or six times, and I can confidently say that I’ve found new things to explore each visit.  The list above is by no means comprehensive.  This place is a treasure trove of fun.

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Ahh! I almost forgot a detail that the parent in me appreciates. Each of the bathrooms (toilets or WC for those in the UK) are fully stocked with changing tables, diapers, wipes, and diaper creams. How nice is that? Super convenient and reduces the amount of stuff you need to haul about.

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Now that you know some of the activities available at Alfons, here are some of the quirks. The Kulturhus is decorated to look like the actual house from the books. How fun is that? Remember that gold chair I mentioned? This place is 70’s chic. There are so many fun decorations! Take a look at the photos to get a feel for it. I felt right at home 😃

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In addition to the toys and decor, Kulturhus staff also perform plays daily for the children in attendance and have song time. We attended one play and I thought it was awesome (even though I don’t yet speak the language). My 3 year old did not agree. At one point, the staff member held up a cardboard mask and pretended to be a monster. It scared him and he wanted to leave. Unfortunately, parents were blocking the exit so we couldn’t leave easily. Keep this in mind when attending with younger children. Most of the children had a grand time, but they were also a bit older, maybe 4 or 5. The theater is just one small part of the play place, so there are plenty of other activities while the shows are in session.

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After hours of play, it’s logical that you are probably getting hungry. My toddler had to be pried away from the toys to eat, but did eventually submit. Outside food is not allowed unless it is for babies. Thankfully, they have a very well-stocked cafe with delicious food. I recommend the Swedish style pancakes with jam, and the chocolate tort cake (not the exact name, but you will recognize it when you see it. Everything I’ve eaten at this place has been great.

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Weekends are crazy here until around 2pm, but I find that during the week, it has a few lulls and can be pretty quiet. If you are in Göteborg or considering visiting with kids, definitely give this place a chance.

Until next time…

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The Female Dilemma

Oh man, that’s this? Am I really going to write about *gasp* female issues? I am! This was so astounding to me that I couldn’t even accept it at first. Shocked and a little freaked out to be honest. I even contemplated work arounds, but unfortunately, they are all a bit costly. So, what is the dilemma and why is it so shocking?

You know that thing we women deal with every single month for the majority of our natural lives? That often times painful, always awkward, and just unpleasant thing we all experience? That’s right, menstruation. There, I said it. MENSTRUATION. An oddly clinical term for such a messy issue. Anyway, as a woman of my generation, I’ve always taken the availability of sanitary products for granted. When I moved from the US to the UK, I was a bit disturbed by the fact that most were heavily scented, but it was easy enough to track down fragrance free options. I assumed (never forget what your third grade teacher told you about assumptions; he/she was right…) that it would be similar to the UK.

I was wrong.

Two months have passed since we moved to Sweden. I’ve scoured every store I’ve found, ÖoB, Lidl, Hemköpp, ICA, COOP, Willy’s, even the Apotek. Nonetheless, the one thing I haven’t found was…tampons with applicators. Are you kidding me?? As far as I can tell, they are unicorns. They must exist, but if they do, they are so hidden that the likes of myself simply cannot track them down.

Finally, I accepted this reality and began looking for alternatives. During that search, I found numerous posts from distressed expats who were experiencing a similar reaction. There were also the prepared ones. The ones who somehow knew someone who warned them. Those fortunate souls brought months, years worth of supplies when they moved. I alternate between admiring and despising them…

 

So, what is a girl to do? Order online? Maybe, but Amazon.co.uk seems to only mail individual packs, not multipacks, and the shipping is exorbitant. How about friends and family? They too are willing, but the shipping cost, once again, is exorbitant. I can’t justify it. Perhaps, go with the flow *snicker* (bad joke, I know) and learn to use the darn things without applicators? No thank you. I have short fingers and no desire to learn that at this late age. Instead, I will hold out; having friends or family who visit load up their suitcases to stock me up bit by bit. In the meantime, I will pretend I’m, a young teen again and embrace the maxi pad. Why not?

To those of you who freak out when you read about things like this, I cannot say I am sorry. Really, you should have stopped reading after that first paragraph. Instead, I will say this is part of the human condition and we are all human. To those of you traveling to Sweden, consider yourself forewarned, and maybe pack a few extra boxes to pass out on arrival 😉

Until next time…

 

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Sights around Göteborg mini blog! 

A frequent topic of discussion in our house is whether Sweden is more family focused than both the US and the UK (currently the consensus is yes). Whether or not that ultimately proves to be true, I stumbled across two statues that seem to support the point.

This first statue was in a green house at Trädgärdsförening.
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This second is in a park, in Majorna. My Swedish friend called this park Zenit, but I think that’s not right. When I know, you will know too 😉
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They both made me pause and smile.

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Laundry Day!

That’s right, it’s laundry day! Laundry day dawned grey and dreary, with many a cloud in sight. Rather than let that get me down, I decided to look at this as an adventure. Now that I’ve spent some quality time with the laundry room, I would like to share the process with you.

Swedes don’t do laundry the same way we do in the United States. Most apartment buildings have shared facilities, but chaos does not reign. Rather than go about this haphazardly, I will describe the process from start to finish and include pictures 😃 Enjoy!

The first step in utilizing the laundry room in your apartment building is to reserve a time slot. In our particular building, there isn’t actually a laundry room… My first step involves going to the building next door (really, just 20 or 30 feet); then up some steps, then down some steps, then into the laundry area. I understand now how Swedes stay so fit…

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Upon arrival at the laundry area, I found a large board that had little numbered locks. After wracking my brain, I finally remembered our lock number and selected a day and time when I would want to do laundry. Laundry slots last for 4 hours each. There is an extra hour padded in at the end where you may continue to use the drying facilities. So, technically if your slot is 10am to 2pm, you are able to use the facilities until 3pm.

Today, I headed down to the laundry room door, turned the key, and there it was…a tidy and efficient laundry room. There are two washing machines and one very large dryer. These are free for all residents to use, as is customary throughout the city (I can’t speak for other cities, but I’ve been assured this is true throughout Göteborg).

After loading the machines, I inevitably try to understand the guide for which setting to use (of course in Svenska…). Thankfully, the temperatures, times, and spin speeds are display so I just pick quick cycles at the right temperatures. One caveat I’ve discovered is that if a washing machine here says there is 6 minutes left, or even 1 minute left, that minute may just last a half hour. Kind of like American football 😉

Once the loads finish, it is time to dry! Those items that can be dried in the dryer should at this point be entering the industrial sized dryer…but that is not necessarily the case. I’ve noticed that dryers in both the UK and the Sweden, aside from those at laundromats, do not dry as quickly as I am accustomed. Why does it take 2.5 hours to dry a load of laundry??? This makes no sense. The time does decrease slightly with my wool dryer balls, but it is still in excess of 1.5 hours.

At this point, I find myself grasping for ways to minimize the amount of clothes entering the never ending dryer cycle. Also, you may be wondering about the clothes that cannot go in the dryer. Clearly I can’t leave the laundry hanging overnight in the laundry room. That would be a mess. Then again, our apartment is much too small to crowd it with a bunch of laundry. Swedes anticipated this! Let me introduce you to the torkrum.

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This clever room is full of hanging rods with air vents that will literally blast warm air into the room to dry your things in record time. More gentle than the dryer and faster than having them hanging throughout the apartment. Genius! I’ve discovered that most laundry is dry within one to two hours of sitting in this room. That’s less time than the dryer in our old house required! By far, my favorite use of this room is drying our waterproof mattress cover. Anyone out there with a toddler or even just an expensive mattress knows the value of a waterproof cover for the bed. Unfortunately, most of them advise against drying in the dryer and they take FOREVER to air dry. This room makes drying that cover quick (quick is relative here people!) and easy. The only negative to the torkrum is that it is designed with Swedes in mind. I’m probably about 8 inches shorter than the average Swede, so jumping is required😛

There is one downfall to the torkrum that I feel compelled to share. You know how towels get super crunchy after drying outside in the sun? The torkrum creates this same phenomenon. I am not a fan. Thusly, I try to throw the towels into the dryer for about 10 minutes after they are dry, just to remove the crunch.

As an interesting aside, we were one of the few families I knew in the UK with a dryer. Most families seemed to have drying cupboards, drying racks, or drying lines in their homes. This may be part of the reason there is such a prevailing acceptance of damp (mold). Being a bit pampered, I was unable to get on board with this way of life. One of our first purchases was a condenser dryer from John Lewis. Best money I spent the entire time in the UK. I put a link here to one on Amazon.co.uk for you to check out. Condenser dryers don’t seem to be as common in the US, so the US site doesn’t show many styles. It’s a shame. As much as they are super slow on drying, there is something pretty cool about not needing a vent tube and just emptying out a tub of water every few loads. The freedom of sticking a dryer wherever you want is pretty awesome.

I hope you enjoyed this trip through our Swedish laundry room.

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The Dairy Dilemma

Shortly after my wedding, the doctor gave me some bad news.  I was allergic…to basically everything I ate.  Thankfully, this happened after the wedding.  Had I known in advance that I was allergic to both the tomato sauce and the cheese in that lasagna, I might have enjoyed it just a bit less…

Long story short, I embarked on a life without tomato and without cheese (no one really cares about the rest of the list).  I couldn’t believe how good I felt!  My brain functioned so well!  My memory, always notoriously bad, was working like a champ.  Then, an experiment.  Pizza… This experiment did not go well.  Actually, I tried it several times (glutton for punishment…) and it never ended well.  Lots of Benadryl and asthma inhalers came into play.

Thankfully, in Redmond, finding dairy substitutes was no trouble.  In the United States we even have dairy free chocolate chips available at most stores now.  I happily chowed down on non dairy cheese and non dairy ice cream, content for the most part with my modifications.

Then came the UK… specifically Guildford, Surrey.  Suddenly, my shopping options were Sainsbury, Marks & Spenser, and Waitrose. Oddly, they all seemed to have the same exact products, with slight variations on the packaging.  My first several months were hard. No more coconut milk ice cream 😔 No more non dairy, non soy yogurt (yes, I’m allergic to soy too). 😔 No more Daiya cheese 😔 No more non dairy chocolate chips!  Actually, initially I couldn’t find chocolate chips at all.  That took me about 6 months.  Now I rock at chopping chocolate blocks though!  Score one for UK!

I can feel readers from all over the UK getting ready to revolt.  Yes, I know there are stores where I can find many of these things and I did… eventually.  Those foodstuffs I took for granted in the US just weren’t as readily accessible in our town.  Finally, one day in Clapham, I saw it… like a shiny beacon in a gray, smoggy world… WHOLE FOODS!!!  How did this bastion of yuppie comfort food end up across the pond?  I have no idea and frankly, I don’t care.  I was just so happy to finally have access to some of the treats I loved so much.  Needless to say, I stocked up a bit…not too much, it was still an hour commute back to our house. Just a bit 😉

Whole Foods became a special treat for me.  In the two years we lived in the UK, I only shopped there about 5 times.  Had they been located in Guildford, I would have probably camped out in the parking lot.  Unfortunately, commuting via train into London is rather expensive and time consuming.  Without a compelling reason (more compelling than a yen for crunchy baked snap peas), I couldn’t justify that kind of trip with a toddler.  Who wants to go through an hour on a train with a 2 year old?  Masochists, that’s who!

Thankfully, this forced me to re-acclimate my body to dairy (at least small amounts).  My memory immediately took a hit, and I kept eye drops with me at all times.  Allergy related dry eyes just aren’t fun.

Fast forward, two years.  Hello Göteborg, land of amazing cheese and sauces!  The first week was rough!  Who can turn down delicious cheese or Swedish meatballs??  Not this woman.  Then one day, only two weeks in, I discovered that Sweden is not just a dairy rich country.  They believe in non dairy too!  Non dairy yogurt, probiotic drinks, milks, cheeses, and ice cream are all readily available! Ice cream, people!!!  Do you know what I discovered last week?  Non dairy ice cream bars, made out of rice milk!  Now, I’m not going to lie and tell you that these are as good as those delicious sugar coned treats we bought as an occasional treat at school in 3rd grade.  They are too sweet for that.  Nonetheless, suddenly I have a cone filled with ice cream and covered in chocolate readily available.  Thank you Göteborg!

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Life is now much easier.  Unfortunately, it’s still hard to reject the tasty cheese.  On the topic of cheese, the pizza here?  Amazing.  Pesto, cheese, ham, and pineapple on a super thin crust is officially my idea of pizza heaven.  Needless to say, I still have a bit of brain fog and dry eyes.

Someday soon, once the novelty wears off, and once I find a vegan pizza parlor, that too will pass.

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Personal Number—Your key to Sweden

Every country has some way of identifying its citizens and cataloguing their various circumstances. In the United States it is the Social Security number (SSN). I’ve had this memorized since college. I had to, my University even printed it on our ID’s! We used them to order pizza! Thankfully, that practice stopped shortly before I graduated…but I digress. In the UK it is your National Health Service (NHS) number. The NHS number is very important for taxes and the like, but the UK is so well connected that I didn’t really need to learn it. If I gave my name and house number, most any agency could track me down. In Sweden, it is the personnummer or personal number. This is the number of all numbers. You need this for everything! I’m actually a bit shocked by the sheer number of places that require it.

Your Swedish personal number is not exactly like an SSN and it’s not exactly like an NHS number. It’s an all around number. You use it to pay taxes, to see the doctor, to enroll your child in nursery, to set up the internet, to enroll in IKEA Family…wait, what?!? You use your personal number that you use at the doctor and with the government to enroll in IKEA Family??? Right now you think I’m joking don’t you? I’m not. This number is the number to rule all numbers. It’s the granddaddy of all numbers and if you are planning to be in Sweden for more than one year, you are eligible to get one. If not…you are going to need a lot of help from others.

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Skatteverkett, Swedish Tax Agency

After going to the Migration Board and turning in all of your paperwork to get a residence permit card (UT card); you will be able to go to the Tax Agency and apply for your personal number. If you will not be in Sweden for a full year, you are eligible for a co-ordination number. I’m not quite sure how they differ, but I do know there is no “co-ordination” option on that IKEA Family application 😉

 

The Tax Agency does not accept appointments, and I have been told the wait can be anywhere from 5 minutes to an hour and a half. Please note that they are open between 10am and 4pm with lunch from 12pm to 1pm. It is key that you arrive with all required data. In our case, we brought:

– Copy of work contract
– Migration Board cards
– Marriage Certificate
– Birth Certificate for our toddler
– Passports

We were told that because we had the Migration Board cards, we didn’t really need the work contract, but better safe than sorry.

After filling out the forms they provided, we waited between 30 and 45 minutes. I feel this is reasonable; kind of like getting your license renewed. Our arrival time did coincide with the conclusion of lunch and I do not know if this was helpful or not.

I also need to note that we are not doing this alone. Our liaison, Rachel, from Nordic Relocations, took us to the Migration Board and also to the Tax Agency. She brought along the copy of the work contract, information on our permanent housing, and even entertained our toddler while we were filling out the paperwork. If you do not have a Rachel or if you just want to be extra prepared, this website is very helpful:

http://work.sweden.se/plan-your-move/register-with-the-authorities/

The employees at both the Migration Board and the Tax Agency were very helpful and friendly. Once you complete your paperwork, you take a number and the Tax Agency employee will need to make a copy of all your documents. They will be returned before you leave. This whole process took about 10 minutes once our number was called.

After completing your paperwork, there is nothing to do except wait. Receiving the personal number will take between 1 and 4 weeks. Rachel speaks excellent Svenska (Swedish) and followed up on our behalf, ensuring we had our numbers available even before they sent out the confirmation letters. After the notice was received in the mail, we went the next day to have our photos taken for our formal identification cards (officially my worst identification picture EVER). These cards have your personal number as well as not one, but four pictures; four awful pictures… From start to finish, this whole process took us about a month and a half.

After speaking with some friends, I feel it is imperative to note that our experience is in line with individuals coming in on a long term work permit. We have an American friend not on a work permit, who joined his Swedish partner and child in the country and his experience is very different. He is in a queue to be able to apply for his personal number and is anticipating waiting at least six months. He began the paperwork in August and is still waiting for his number. If you are moving, just make sure to double check these types of things in advance 😃

As a funny aside, yesterday I went to mail a package to the United States. Imagine my surprise when the customs slip on the outside of the box required me to provide my personal number! That means that if you come to Sweden for a short period of time and don’t have a personal number, mailing packages back home (non EU only I think) could be pretty tricky. This number really is THE number for everything.

Like this Ring, except it's a Number. Image: http://lotr.wikia.com/

Like this Ring, except it’s a Number. Image: http://lotr.wikia.com/

I hope the website link and this information is helpful for anyone who is planning a move to Sweden. For the rest of you, I hope you still enjoyed reading 😃

Until next time…

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Travel Adventures

Healing Up Thanks to Swedish Medical Care

Better late than never? I wrote this blog right after we moved and somehow time got away. Read on for an exciting installment involving…dun dun dun…Socialized Medicine!!!

One common refrain I remember growing up in the United States was the idea that socialized health care, either whole or partial, resulted in lax care and standards. I’ve experienced all levels of the US healthcare system: poor kid with medical coupons, railroad insurance, federal employee insurance, and the penultimate: “The Microsoft Cadillac Plan”. My experience in the UK was interesting. I always got the urgently needed care; waited long times for non-essentials; and was sometimes lucky to get an amazing doctor. Only once was I angry about my treatment and that was quickly rectified, thanks to our supplemental insurance. Needless to say, I went to the doctor today expecting something similar to the UK; after all, this is “socialized medicine” *cue dramatic music*.

This week has been horrible. I’ve been sick, the boy has been sick, the husband is sick; it has been yuck. Finally, despite not yet having personal numbers, we decided we had to see a doctor. Our relocation liaison from Nordic provided us with an office 3 blocks away and gave us the open hours for walk-ins as well as the price we would pay (SEK 1435 or about $169— each). Yeowch! That’s a lot of money. Thankfully, the company my husband works for will reimburse this cost up until we get a personal number.

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Masthugget Familjeläkare, with Walk-ins at 9am

When we arrived, I promptly queued (lined up for my US fellows) to ask if they needed any information. My hubby was a bit more on top of it and wandered the room; quickly finding the ubiquitous Swedish “take a number” stand. He came back with numbers 18, 19, and 20. They were onto number 4… We got back into the queue and notified the receptionist about our status (new and without personal numbers). She asked if we had US insurance. *Tip for Travelers* Get travel insurance!!! We explained the reimbursement situation and she looked relieved.

Once that was sorted, she explained that as soon as we had our numbers, we should come again and register. At that point, all of our visits would be SEK 100 (about $12) and our son’s would be free until the age of 6. After that, she pointed us to the children’s area so we could relax while the small one played. They had a pitcher of cold water and an espresso machine for all to use. It was bright, clean, and everyone working was in a good mood.

Ahh! You may be wondering what type of personal data they wanted on us. They requested our names, dates of birth, and a phone number so the doctor could call with the results. That’s it. No identification, no insurance card, no address, just the basics. It was easy and that was helpful with two sick adults and a sick, hyper toddler…

We ended up waiting a LONG time. If you come as a walk-in and don’t have an appointment, we were told the wait is shorter after lunch. Since we got there just as walk-in hours began, there was an immediate disadvantage. Overall, we waited 2 hours. During that time, the hubby went and bought snacks, and we had lots of free water and coffee (water for me and the kid, coffee for hubs). Thankfully, another woman and her child sat down and she explained a lot to us. Have I ever mentioned that most Swedes in Göteborg speak phenomenal English? She even flagged down a nurse to get me a baggie so I could get a urine sample from the small one to make sure he didn’t have a urinary tract infection. Very friendly!

The doctor finally came for us. I’ve never seen a doctor like this in the UK. Fit, handsome, friendly; bonus for the fact that he could understand us 😃 I’m not dissing UK doctors; I’m sure there are many who fit this description; I just didn’t have the pleasure of meeting them. 😉

What happened next was the best customer service I’ve ever had from a physician. He worked on each of us in turn, getting a thorough history, and checking us out. He explained that we seemed to have the current flu; but mine had become bronchitis. Just to be safe, he wanted to do lab tests on all of us to ensure it was viral and not bacterial. Since I’ve also had an ongoing low grade fever previously, he wanted more tests just to make sure everything is good. We left his office about 40 minutes later, armed with 3 prescriptions and 3 lab slips. What happened next was mind boggling.

He pointed to a set of chairs just across the main room and said to wait there for the lab tech. Less than 4 minutes later she was taking our blood…10 minutes later the tests were done and we were sent on our way! There was one test that takes longer; they will be calling in 2 days with the results. Insanity. The efficiency here is amazing. Now came the final hurdle: paying the bill…how much would it be with all those extra labs? Wait for it…

Would you believe me if I said there was NO EXTRA COST FOR THE LAB TESTS?? It was included. Just think, this appointment cost us about $165 per person, but once we are assigned a number, that appointment with all those tests will be $12. But wait! The receptionist neglected to mention this gem that I found at the website, Work in Sweden, “…the maximum cost for visits to a doctor in a 12-month period is SEK 1,100.” This is roughly $130.

There was an additional cost for the prescriptions, but that too will change once we get those personal numbers. Similar to the appointment fees, prescription costs are capped at SEK 2,200 every 12 months. That is roughly $260. Can you imagine that? People would never have to forego medication due to cost if we had this system.

Despite the 2 hour wait, I’m still very satisfied with the amazing service we got today and I am so appreciative of the fact that I was able to get excellent care even as a foreigner wandering in to a medical facility for help.

Remember, if you come to Sweden as a tourist, get travel insurance! If you come as an employee, make sure in advance that your employer will reimburse you until you have a personal number. If they won’t, get travel insurance! We had travel insurance our first week here, before the job started. It was $12 for all 3 of us. This is a small but important detail to remember.

Fear not though, even if you don’t, the Swedes won’t make you go bankrupt to see someone. It will hurt the wallet a bit; but one visit won’t costs thousands of dollars and that I think is awesome. See, not all socialized medical care is evil 😉

Until next time…

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Swedish Ingenuity, Travel Adventures

Cheese and crackers, Sweden Style Part 2, Taste Test!

Tube cheese, oh how we…love thee!

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Seriously, this stuff is really not bad. Today’s mini post encompasses our first impressions of this traditional Swedish snack.

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The child, aka: the most enthusiastic — “Uhm uhm uhm. It’s so good!”

You may think this is an exaggeration. It’s not. If he doesn’t like it, he tells you. Much like dinner tonight…

Hubs — “It’s weird, I can feel the milk. It’s cool, I’d eat it. I just don’t think I would look for it.”

Me — “Better than squeezy cheese. Good texture, full flavor. Cracker is nice… I would love to try it on those chicken crackers or some Ritz with salami.”

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Last impressions–after a week of snacking with the tube cheese, I think we are all content to have it just once in a while. It’s good, but good things are best as treats. And…I wonder, should it be refrigerated? Anybody?

Wondering exactly what we ate? The ingredients seem to be harmless. Just cheese and a preservative… I think. Where on Earth did that tube go? Hopefully the boys aren’t brushing their teeth!

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Until next time…

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