When I packed up my life and moved to Stockholm 11 years ago I didn’t bring many English traditions with me. I would have taken my local pub, brick by brick, plus all the assorted characters within, if I could. But I couldn’t, obviously. I would have taken a few close friends, but they had no plans to move. Instead I chose to embrace a new culture and leave behind many habits and traditions.
I still have a jar of Marmite on permanent standby in the cupboard, buy English sausages (proper sausages) from the English butcher (proper butchers) in Stockholm, eat turkey at Christmas, take a bottle wine when I go home to someone (very un-Swedish) and think it’s rather nice when people drop by unannounced (ditto). Apart from that, I travel light, fitting into my new country like a hand in a glove. Read more » >>




