Some friends of mine are going to Nice in April and asked if I had any tips. I decided to make them this handy 1-minute travel video. I think I may have a career in professional video making (in the 80s). What do you think?
This weekend, I felt warm sunshine for the first time in six months.
I also wore something other than a large, down-filled coat and waterproof boots for the first time in six months.
My husband and I spent a long weekend relaxing in the French Riviera city of Nice. If you haven’t experienced six months of winter, constant cloud cover and darkness at one point in your life, then you probably can’t understand why I had tears in my eyes when the weekend was over.
As we sat in the sunshine sipping wine during the afternoons, we asked ourselves the same question we ask every time we are in southern Europe: Why do we live in Sweden?
Don’t get me wrong; Sweden is beautiful … in summer. It’s even a bit charming around December with the Christmas lights and children sledding in the snow, but that’s about all of winter we can take. Once January rolls around, this place is a slush-filled wasteland that honestly doesn’t get much better until around May.
I apologize for sounding bitter, but please take a look at the following picture. One is breakfast in Nice and the other is before dinner the same day back in Stockholm (picture frozen lasagne waiting at the end of this desloate trail). Which one would you rather be living in during March?
I rest my case.
Yes, we take a lot of trips. At the moment, we are in Paris. You may say, “How come you can travel so much? Don’t people work in Sweden?”
The short answer is, “Not all that much.”
The longer answer is that we have lots of fun holidays and we are good at doing our work while having plenty of free time, which keeps everyone quite happy and pretty productive. This particular week, we have 2 days off. One for April 30, Valborg, in which we are all required to stand around a bonfire singing songs and freezing to death while pretending spring is here. The other holiday is May 1, on which you get a day off of work to protest about work, or human rights, war, or pickles if you like.
By taking a vacation during this week, the kids don’t miss much school and we don’t miss much work. The only drawback is that Paris also celebrates May 1 tomorrow and many things are closed for protesting. I might go out and protest that things are closed. Who knows? We will see.