Today is Sunday. But not just any Sunday. At 2 am this morning, the clocks changed. We finally sprang forward over here in Sweden. Suddenly, the cold dark days of winter are being replaced by the cold light days of… well, winter. It isn’t officially spring in Stockholm yet.
Sweden doesn’t declare spring based on that silly equinox, but instead on the temperature. SMHI, the weather gurus here in Sweden, have decided that it is spring when the average 24 hour temperature is over 0 degrees for seven days in a row. As long as this happens after the 15th of February of course. This means that certain parts of the country are in the throes of spring while other parts are in the throes of jealousy.
Stockholm is not there yet. Soon what with all of the snow melting, but not quite. It wasn’t the time change that I noticed today though. Or even the thawing temperatures. It was beer.
I saw a man walking up the escalator with a full case of beer in hand. And this struck me as odd. Because, as I mentioned above, it is Sunday. The fact that it struck me as odd struck me as odd. Beer on Sundays shouldn’t be something noteworthy. But in a country where last call at the liquor store is 3 in the afternoon on Saturday, seeing someone walking around with a full case of beer at 4 in the afternoon on a Sunday raises an eyebrow.
He must have been coming home from the ferry, there’s really no other reason. Unless he grossly miscalculated his beer intake for the night before. But I’m thinking Finland.
It frightens me though that I notice this. I shouldn’t notice this. Either I have embraced the Swedish liquor culture and accepted Sunday as dry days meant to nurse hangovers, or I am pathetically attentive to what other people are doing. Which just sounds sad. So let’s go with the acceptance of Swedish liquor culture.
Welcome to Sweden. And Sunday beer.
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