I’ve loved The Little Prince since the first time I read it (so much so, that I make it a mission to find the book in every language I can find, preferably the country I’ve visited). Each time I read it, there’s always a fair bit of new and different insights that I’d missed the last time. I’m fascinated by the seemingly simple story, which when you read thoroughly, has great wisdom obscured. It’s beautifully enigmatic, in a way that it can be interpreted in so many ways, and how your interpretation might change from time to time, depending on your current circumstances. To read something so rich and brilliant — all disguised as a children’s book — I’d always thought, what a great mind must have written this.
I’m ashamed to say that I didn’t know much about the author, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Read more
In 2016 I read some amazing books, a few of them have even made it to the list of my all-time favorite books (along with The Little Prince, the Harry Potter series, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time, and South of the Border West of the Sun, among many others). It’s hard to narrow it down to only 7, but here they are.
This post is a part of the writing project called Stories from the West that I started with Christa. We’re both currently living on the west coasts (Christa in the US, me in Sweden), hence the name of the project. We want to share our experiences living as immigrants, and every month we’ll write a post each with the same topic. The topic for this month is ‘book recommendations‘. Don’t forget to read Christa’s post, 3 Books about being an Immigrant in America.
Sweden (and any Scandinavian/Nordic countries, really) is notorious for its dark and cold winter, which sometimes can feel like it stretches for 6 or 9 months. But if anything, there’s at least the bright side of this: it contributes to the birth of Nordic Noir. At least, that’s what I think.
I’m a big fan of crime novels, and there’s something about Swedish crime novels that gives them an edge over similar books set in other countries. The dark atmosphere, the complex mysteries, the twisted plots, and the well-developed characters and their quirks (usually cold and reserved) — it all blends well into riveting stories. Read more
This Christmas will be my first in Sweden, and while last year I got the chance to dip my toes in Swedish Christmas festivities when I visited my sister for 5 days, it wasn’t until now that I got the chance to really revel in it. I’ve experienced some of the Swedish Christmas traditions firsthand, while hearing about the others from my colleagues.
Some of these traditions are… strangely unique. Not in a bad way (I love strange things!), but it’s just a bit baffling for me when I first heard about them. So here are a few unique Swedish Christmas traditions that still leave me bemused. Read more
When we were planning our trip, one of the first things we put on the list was snorkeling at Menjangan Island. I’d heard about the island and its reputation before, but seeing how far it was from my usual destinations in Bali, it always put me off.
This time, it was different. I was getting sick of crowded places, and escaping Jakarta with its hustle and bustle would only be worth it if I spent a good amount of time in a remote place. So when Katka said she really wanted to go to this place, I welcomed the idea.
We stayed at Pemuteran, a small village in the north of Bali (more on that later). Everything about Pemuteran was special, but it was a day trip for snorkeling at Menjangan Island that cemented our love for this place. Read more
When we were planning my trip to Germany, Marion asked me where I’d like to go. To that question, I only had 1 answer: Neuschwanstein Castle.
It was decided long before I got there that Neuschwanstein Castle needed a whole weekend of its own, since it was a bit far from Regensburg. When we talked about that again, Marion asked if it would be okay if her parents came along for the weekend. I said yes, of course, I also wanted to meet her parents. So the plan was set, that we were gonna spare a weekend to visit Neuschwanstein Castle and spend a night in a village nearby since it was too far for a day trip, then go to Garmisch-Partenkirchen the next day. Read more
It’s been 4 months (four!) since I went to Ljubljana, and I must admit that I’m really bad at keeping track of my travel journal. Oh well, better late than never.
So after six-hours trip from Salzburg, I arrived at Ljubljana and Maša picked me up at the train station. When she asked, ‘Are you tired?’ I said no because I wasn’t, and I really didn’t see what was happening next. I ended up in her sister’s graduation party, probably the only one who wore a pullover, leggings, and sneakers among the glamorously dressed students, parents, and teachers. I didn’t mind though. That was a taste of Slovenian experience.
The next morning, I packed really quickly for a weekend away at Bled. Considering we still had time before we had to leave, Maša took me for a walk around the town, and I fell in love at once.
We went to Vodnik Square to see the market, where a lady gave me a bunch of flowers upon knowing that I was there for a holiday. I couldn’t say anything in Slovene except ‘hvala‘, and I hoped that was enough for that nice lady.
The weekend was spent in utter bliss at Bled, where I had the chance to see the lake (which left me in awe, even hours after we went back to the cottage) and Slovenian traditional dance. Read more