Magic of New year’s eve

Spending a new year’s eve is always so exciting, even thinking what to do, who you are going to spend with is fun and makes you smile. Throwback to the time that I was adjusting an overall schedule of my journey, I was just going to stay in Europe for a month and come back home and get to work again for a big journey later on. But then, Rasmus said it would be nice to invite me for Christmas and spend 2015’s last day which means the upcoming new year altogether.

Our new year’s eve was incredible, we gathered in Linette’s place, we turned on the music, talked a lot, played some games (like Truth or Dare) and finally began to drink. I was probably the only person that wasn’t super drunk (or so I thought), seeing my friends getting drunk was hilarious. We were like “No need to give a shit, it’s the last day of 2015, we gotta spend it gracefully!”.

Swedish vodka.

Welp, there was a funny story behind. I was kinda getting lazy and couldn’t get out of bed while Rasmus and Christina getting ready to go out. And then Rasmus seemingly wasn’t satisfied with what I was wearing. I mean hey, when you travel, you don’t even have energy to dress well, you just wear what you have. He and I are like fire and water when it comes to fashion, we have completely different tastes on that.

“Hey Christina, We are going to be Felix’s fashion designers tonight.”
“What? Why would you do that?”
“Because you are in Sweden, you need to dress up like swedes.”
“How do swedes dress up? Give me a definition.”

Probably yes probably not, I don’t even have a clue where my thoughts came from, but I used to think that Scandinavians love to wear colorful outfits for some reason, just like their national flag. Some do, some don’t, according to Rasmus and Christina, the best definition of swedish fashion is “BLACK”.

They like to wear dark outfits as they look good on them since most of them have very pale skin.

So I kindly let them become my dressers. I don’t in general wear black clothes, I find them pretty depressing and I always have been told that I don’t look good on black, that’s perhaps why I always avoid them.

One thing so obvious – Fashion is not something you judge people on. Everyone is supposed to have different tastes.

We started to count down just one minute before the new year, I felt extremely honored, but at the same time nervous. Floods of emotions and serious thoughts hit me much harder than before. Time has gone so fast, what have I done this year? Well, there are a lot of things I have done, but still…

The fire show! I definitely need to write about it – This was one of the things I was looking forward to doing with Rasmus, we said “Gott nytt år (happy new year in Swedish)” to every single person we met and we began the fire show, while the firecrackers were going off, I made a wish.


It was hard to believe (still hard enough) to be that honored to be in Sweden with such great people and start the new year like that. God, life ain’t so shabby sometimes.

Sometimes I have a tendency to wish time would stand still. I felt so appreciated about everything I have. I have a pretty good life, splendid friends to talk about everything and share my life with, I get to travel around the world and I got a chance to be in Sweden for the 1st day of 2016. I kept myself as calm as possible, yet, inside I was getting emotionally appreciated. “Thank you” I don’t know what to say else.

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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