My annual disappearance into the Swedish countryside.
Instead of thinking about the shit storm that was 2016, I’m just gonna reminisce about all the cool places I got to visit! Hooray for navel-gazing oblivion!
That one time I came to Norway to swing and I forgot to be a tourist.
I realize that I don’t talk about my day-to-day life on here very often. I remember once talking to Monika, with whom I exchange blog comments frequently, and she remarked that she didn’t even know my name. (It’s Arielle.) It’s not that I’m trying to be any enigma, but I just can’t help how mysterious… Continue reading How to be a Weekend Warrior
I’ve spent a week at Herrang Swing dancing camp in Sweden, and strangely I’ve met more Norwegians than anything else. I knew going in that Scandinavian men were generally tall and good-looking, but what no one tells you is that they’re rubbish at flirting or making the first move. To add insult to injury, I… Continue reading Pride & Prejudice & Scandinavia