“Let’s go sledging!”

in Korea, if an adult says “Let’s go sledging!” that person would most probably be thought the same as being childish or immature. I hadn’t gone sledging since when I was 12, honestly I prefer staying inside than going outside playing some extreme sports in winter season. But in Sweden, I’m a different person. One day Fanny and Linette came over to Rasmus’s place, we were actually half asleep and didn’t really get convinced by them. Then Jennifer said it’d be so much fun connecting ropes onto her car and sledging. I thought and wished they were kidding, but apparently not! Many swedes like to be like children from time to time, not necessarily because they are mentally not mature enough, it’s just that they would like to keep their old customs from their childhood.

Imagine yourself, putting your dang butt on a freezing sled, it was definitely a pain in my ass, but I dared to go for it as everyone else did as well. Dang, I still perfectly remember all the moments, my whole body was being frozen, Rasmus screaming, Fanny, Linette and Jennifer (probably) laughing as though something really funny happened 😀 Despite the fact that I got SUPER wet and almost got a cold right away, It was worth trying.

One more thing that I learned on my trip in Sweden – Don’t ever complain or be depressed, even if a horrible thing happens, find something to forget about it and make you feel better. If that doesn’t work, just make fun of it, that’s going to be another kind of a joke.

We went sledging quite many times, sometimes we played at snowballs and pulled each other.

Getting ready for dinner. 

Visiting a second hand shop in Skene. in Sweden, it’s very common to buy things there. If you’re lucky, you may purchase what you need for a very good price. They’re mostly in good condition.

Swedes love cats. This is Fanny’s sister, Emmy’s cat. He’s gorgeous.

Peace and love.


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Hello world, I'm a treasure hunter of life experiences. I'm curious minded with a strong force for discovery and adventure. These days I spend most of my time living out of a backpack, traveling from one country to the next.

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