While in Sweden, I have gotten used to a certain level of Beauty. There are buildings that look like castles. It’s a little over the top.
This is one of the main school buildings. They call it the King’s building because the King rode his horse up to that turret once. No Big Deal.
The gardening here is pretty incredible. People just love the environment. It seems like a point of national pride that they treat the earth so nicely.
Most of the streets are cobblestone. I’m sure they have to repave less often than we do in Ohio.
This is Lunds Universitet Juridicum’s mock court room. Check out the balls on that gavel!
There are also some things that aren’t as old world that just boggle the mind.
At the local library on the day I arrived, there was a skateboarder – graffiti artist – hip hop party going on. This is far better treatment than the skaters in my town ever got. I have to give this little city kudos.
This is the roof deck on the top of the building I live in. The ocean is about 2 miles away in the direction the camera is pointing. There was some debate about whether we could see it or not.
They have a very cool way of making all the trees look the same. It seems like they basically cut all of the trees to the same height and then whether the trees are young or old, they all look the same. If you look closely, the cross walk is made not by painting over the road, but by placing white marble cobblestones into the road. I was joking that they must have invented the crosswalk centuries ago, but I think cobblestones don’t last all that long.
Remember the time Louis Grube decided to get in shape and wasn’t just talking smack? That was a great Louis Grube moment.
Remember the time Louis Grube spelled the Swedish “Skål” “Skoal”? That was a great Louis Grube AND America moment.
My trip began in Boston. I got on a plane that had been delayed 4 hours at Logan with my buddy Sean Acton, and I flew to Reykjavik in Iceland. The Icelandic airport was very weird. First off, the Iron Maiden international tour airplane had landed there. It looked like quite the party plane. The airport in Reykjavik was pretty weird. The plane full of people that I landed with were roughly the only people there. The airline had failed to give us our boarding passes for the second flight before the first flight, so we were made to stand in line for a while to get them. It all seemed a little poorly run, especially customs. When I handed over my passport and said “Hello, how are you?” the guy just gave me a very tired look and stamped my passport. Meanwhile, I was also tired. This is why I failed to take a picture of the building. It was a very futuristic building.
When I landed in Copenhagen, Sean and I ran into two other Suffolk students who were similarly headed to Lund, Sweden. There were countless hilarious language moments along the way. Here are a few.
Notice the “WTF!”
Bringing some Western “Culture” to Lund.
Hanging out at the Vag Station. No Big Deal.
The Swedes love everything American.
They failed to see why this photo was humorous, and actually got a little mad about it.
By the time I arrived at our dorm, Spoletorp, I was exhausted. A peppy Swede by the name of Sanna greeted us and did her best not to lecture us while giving us instructions on our stay here. I unpacked briefly in my Ikea commercial of a dorm room, but not for long. We had a bar event that night, so I went. Fun was had by all in a very nice english style sports bar called “Glorias.” I never thought I would enjoy 3.5% ABV Guinness, but it hit the spot.
More on Swedish alcohol laws later. It deserves its own post as it has largely governed the dynamic of the trip so far. Overall, this has been very fun. I have hung out mostly at the law school and at Spoletorp for the last few days. As I get more cultured here, I will update further.
Christmas is a time of wonder and magic. Louis is a person of wonder and magic. This Christmas, when you are enjoying wonder and magic, think of Louis…. a man who lives every day like Christmas. Louis is Christmas. He really is.
Remember the time Louis Grube finally moved out of Oberlin because he got into law school? That was a great Louis Grube moment.
Remember the time Louis Grube wanted to get a substitute during a rugby match because his knees were cold? Even if it didn’t happen, that was a great Louis Grube moment.
what is laws?