This morning I woke up three times. Once at 7, because the radiator was emitting a high-pitched whine; once at 8, when Simon got up; and finally around 10:15, because I was having a dream that I was eating a chocolate fudge cookie. The horrors, right?
From what I can tell, Catholics are few and far between in Sweden, although I haven’t put that much effort into finding them, either. In the absence of a community here, I am selectively observant of the religious traditions I grew up with, one of which is giving up something for Lent. I gave up eating sugar for the prescribed 40 days, and even though I’ve made multiple exceptions for various birthday events, I am (for the most part) holding strong in my sugar-free existence until Easter.