Swedish Fails

I realized that I am spending most of my time writing posts about the highlights of my experiences while in Sweden. This is rather easy, as I have loved almost every moment here. However, there is a gap within the ‘almost’ that implies a few precise moments where I haven’t loved everything. During the two and a half months I’ve been here, I have compiled a short list of the things that I have undeniably gotten wrong. Most of these are things that I now find funny, so while this post goes to show that there are moments when I am forced to confront my own mistakes and flaws, I also hope that it is an enjoyable read. Onto my Swedish Fails:

#1- Shrinking My Sweater Vest 

My first Swedish fail, that may just be a young adult fail, was shrinking a super cute sweater vest in the wash the day after I bought it. I purposely brought less clothes to Sweden than I would have liked so that I could purchase more items during my time here that fit within the Swedish style (essentially anything black and 5X more formal than Colorado). So during my first week, I went to a thrift store and found some cute shirts and sweaters. One was the cream colored sweater vest shown, though it fit me in the store. I threw everything into the washing machine the first day, and when I pulled it out, the sweater vest was shrunk. I didn’t even put it in the dryer, which is what I thought was the issue with shrinking clothes. I attempted to follow the ‘soaking it in lukewarm conditioner water’ steps I found online to re-stretch it, but to no avail. It is now officially not a “tried and true” method. I’m planning on doing some DIY to the vest at some point and cut it into a cute crop top (because that’s all it is now). But I learned my lesson about washing machines and unknown fibers! I now am extra careful with my thrift store purchases. 

#2- Falling Off My Bike (in front of two Swedes)

The second major fail came during my second week in town, when I had just been riding my bike for 6 days. In Lund, almost everyone has a bike. There is an amazing bus system throughout the town, but Sweden truly is a biker’s country and I quickly realized that it was a bandwagon I needed to hop on. So during my first week, I found a rickety secondhand bike for $80. I love this bike and it is not at all the reason why I crashed in such an embarrassing manner less than a week after I purchased it. Very few young adult Swedes wear helmets (which is strange lack of safety coming from the country that developed seatbelts), yet I am not used to riding a bike all the time and always have mine on. This was very lucky for me when I attempted to get up onto a cobblestone curb at a very low angle. As I am sure anyone who actually rides bikes can imagine, the wheels continued to run straight with the curb while all of my weight and force went right, causing me to topple over the right side of the handlebars. I skidded into the cobblestone, resulting in the small patches of road-rash on my elbow and knee covered in this photo. More so than being in pain, I was filled with embarrassment as two Swedish girls rushed over to me to ask if I was okay. They had been walking 5 feet away and watched the silly American fall off her bike in an easily avoidable manner. I kept apologizing to them for falling in front of them, which I think concerned them more than my bleeding knee. Thankfully, I was able to get up and back onto the bike quickly to finish my ride home. This was a moment when I realized that I should not have the confidence of a Swede on a bike, as I was not raised biking the cobblestone streets. I do hope that overtime, I will gain more skill and eventually be able to partake in this part of their culture with confidence and ease. Until then, I will keep biking slowly, wearing my helmet, and getting onto curbs at 90º angles. 

#3- Trying to Use Cash from the 90s 

My third fail is one that I find to be quite strange within Swedish society. Before I left for Sweden, my dad gave me a ziplock baggie with about $8 worth of Swedish kroner in it. This was money he had leftover from his trip up to Sweden during his study abroad in the early 90s. Now, if someone gave you cash from the US in the 90s, you would first consider if the coin/bill was rare and therefore worth more. If, after simply looking at the normal cash,  you decide that it isn’t special, you would shove it in your wallet to use the next time you need to (or want to) pay in cash. When the opportunity arises, you will hand the cashier the cash, and they will take it without a second glance before sending you on your way with your newly-purchased item. That’s a pretty simple scenario that you would expect to happen around the world. If that is your expectation, like it was mine, then you are wrong. 

Sweden, which prides itself on being the most cashless society in the world, has one situation where cash is a necessity (unless you are Swedish and can make a Swish account). This is at street markets, with all of the small, locally owned booths selling produce and nicknacks. A few weeks ago, I went to the Applemarket Festival in Kivik with some friends. While the little bit of cash from my dad wasn’t enough to buy what I wanted, I left it in my wallet with the new cash that I got at an ATM. When I was purchasing a Danish donut, I pulled out two bills and handed them to the guy. He accepted one and then handed me back one and said “this is old money. I can’t accept it.” I pulled out a crisp new bill and still got my donut, but felt embarrassed that he acted like I was giving him Monopoly money. Which is weird, because old money is still money, right? Confused, I looked into it. Apparently, Sweden phased out their old banknotes for ones with a new design from 2016 through 2017. The banknote I tried to use was officially phased out June 1st, 2016. However, you can still redeem old banknotes at Riksbanken for an administration fee of 200sek (about $20). It’s not really worth it for my $8, but I guess I now know a lot more about money and banking in Sweden. I also know that if I have extra cash from my study abroad, I need to come back to Europe to spend that money within the next 20 years (or I can hold onto it and give it to my future child so that they too will learn about banknotes in their host country). 

#4- Buying Hair Conditioner that I’m Allergic to?

When I arrived in Sweden, I had only brought small travel shampoo and conditioner with me, as full-sized bottles are a lot of weight. When those ran out, I spent an hour at a grocery store trying to find the best (meaning the cheapest per amount) conditioner and shampoo that I could. I ended up landing on two different brands for my shampoo and conditioner. Both were in Swedish (as expected), and I normally don’t have huge issues with my shampoo and conditioner back home, so I assumed all was fine. After two hair-wash days, though, I noticed a pattern. I would shampoo and feel fine, but as soon as put on the conditioner, my neck and ears would get itchy. As I washed out the conditioner, the rest of my skin started to feel itchy and I would need to take a Benadryl after getting out of the shower. For the next hour, my scalp would constantly itch. I don’t know which ingredient in this conditioner doesn’t get along with me, but I give this brand a 0/5 stars. I ended up buying an American brand conditioner that I know I’ve used before even though it’s American and more expensive. I am more than happy to try new things and push my comfort zone until outside my comfort zone makes me itch. 

Arroz y Frijoles: Daily Eats in San José

As someone who actively looks forward to each meal of the day, obviously I was excited to try all the food I could while in Costa Rica. The first day I arrived, my host mom was delighted that I had no dietary restrictions and was eager to taste anything. Later she would learn about my aversion to regular milk as I went on a hunt for oat milk instead, but besides that I genuinely do like everything.

The Costa Rican diet revolves around rice and beans. “Casado” is the traditional plate of food served for lunch or dinner, and consists of rice, black beans, fried plantains, a meat of choice, and often some lettuce and tomato as a small salad. Pretty much every restaurant here serves casado in some form or another, though there is a lot of variation from place to place which is what makes it so good every time – you’re never really eating the same exact thing. For example, last night our host mom made us casado with steak, potatoes, rice, beans, and plantains. The meat is always seasoned and cooked perfectly, and the fried plantains are the best part. Cecelia, our host mom, makes them in a little mini deep fryer. Last night she brought out a giant plate piled high with plantains. “I made extra because you girls like them so much!” she told us. You’d think something sweet and almost dessert-y wouldn’t go well with a bite of potato and steak, but it really does.

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Last night’s dinner – steak, potatoes, rice, plantains.
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Casado lunch from a restaurant in Cartago this past weekend.

Another component of lunches and dinners is a cold drink. It’s normal to be offered an agua fresca made from some type of fruit. Most restaurants have several flavors available every day – strawberry, passionfruit, pineapple, or a sour-sweet fruit called cas. From my understanding it’s really just fruit and water blended together – but how could you go wrong with that? Our host mom usually serves agua de cas or agua de piña. We also often drink this iced tea that is popular everywhere here – basically just sweet tea.

In the mornings, for breakfast, the rice and beans from last night’s casado are fried together with sliced yellow onion to make gallo pinto, probably Costa Rica’s most well-known and recognizable dish. It just looks like beans and rice stirred together, so when I first got here I was a little unimpressed. However, it’s so freaking good. The onions give the rice a ton of flavor and everything’s a little crispier than it was the night before. Usually my host mom serves it straight up, but I’ve had it at a few restaurants with toppings like fried eggs, pico de gallo, avocado, and bacon. If take any dish back to the States when I return to make for myself, it’ll be gallo pinto.

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Gallo pinto (bottom right) along with fruit, pancakes, and coffee at a hotel breakfast.

If we don’t have gallo pinto in the morning, it’s likely we’ll have cubes of fruit and perhaps a sandwich or a couple pancakes. Today, Cecelia make sandwiches with toasted bread, ham, tomato, and refried beans.

My only complaint about the Costa Rican diet is that costarricenses don’t seem to tolerate spicy food. I practically dump Valentina or Tabasco on everything at home, but I’ve only encountered hot sauce as an option at a few restaurants, and we ended up buying our own. Even the hot sauce they do have is not quite spicy enough for me – but the flavor is delicious.

I could go on and on about food here. I haven’t even mentioned the alcoholic beverages. (Let’s just say the margaritas are hit or miss but I’ve learned to love a spicy shot of chiliguaro.) That’ll be for another post.