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Friday, June 22, 2007

Oh, so it is some sort of costume party after all!?

At Swedish midsummer, parents bring their children (and cameras) to open fields, where (in most places) old people with white hair and folklore dresses have spent weeks organizing traditional midsummer celebrations with midsummer poles, tombolas and coffee with home made strawberry cake.

People put flowers in their hair and dance around the midsummer pole to the tones of traditional (children's) songs. In this picture we're dancing "Små grodorna", during which people jump around as little frogs. The grown-ups jump too. I danced with mom......and with dad.At Swedish midsummer, it's always raining, no matter how beautiful the weather has been before or will be after. That's part of the deal. Yet, everyone has always planned for bbq at night, after having had pickled herring for lunch. Failure rate tends to be quite high.
At today's celebration, I made friends with a cute dog. But I didn't really like it when he licked me in the face. I think his tooth-brushing habits may have been a bit irregular.

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