I don’t know if you have noticed by now, but I am from the south. I like the south. I like talking about the south, and it has its flaws, but I like talking about those too. Well, my boyfriend is about as far from the south as you can get, he is Swedish. Like fresh off the boat Swedish. It makes for an interesting relationship. His friends from home tell him to watch out for my dad and his guns, and my friends tell me to watch out for his socialist views.
We learn things from each other like how it is very hard to offend a Swede. So hard. They don’t take things very personally. Or like how Southerners like to wave in their car’s.
“Thank you for letting me in.”
“I hope that strange man in the road is having a nice day.” Lots of waving.
There are also bigger things like religion. Most Swedes seem to think religion is outdated. In the south religion is law, or it can feel that way. Back to my Grandma. When I first told her about my boyfriend I informed her that he was not a Christian, but that his name was a book in the Bible, and that he was baptized as a baby. She wasn’t that worried after that. She was just happy I had someone.
But for a country that is not a fan of Christianity they sure do like our holidays. Like Christmas is a huge thing, and they really enjoy Fat Tuesday or Fettisdag. In my family, we like to have breakfast for dinner on Fat Tuesday. We eat pancakes, bacon, whip cream, all the good stuff. In Sweden, they make Semlor.
Oh my God! They are these buns (hold on I’m going to go grab one) they have cardamom in them. A spice I did not know existed until two years ago. Swedes put it in a lot of pastries, or my boyfriend does because he loves me. Then you put almond cream in the middle and powdered sugar on top. So good! Sadly, I am allergic to almonds and can’t have the cream. I tried last year. I didn’t die, but let’s not do that again.
Dating someone who isn’t from the south is nice. It means I have someone else to share My South with, and I am enjoying it very much.