Remember when it snowed a lot this past winter? It’s been such a hot and humid summer that I almost forgot about how much snow was on the ground just a few short months ago.
My dad grew up by the beach in Greece and remembers the wonderment of seeing snow for the first time one winter there. Although I spent four years out in So Cal, where people put Christmas lights on palm trees, I was born on the East Coast, and it’s hard to imagine growing up without snow.
My summer reading has included Barbara Sjoholm’s The Palace of the Snow Queen: Winter Travels in Lapland. (Thanks for sending it to me, Merrill!) I thought it would be ironic to read a book about the Arctic Circle while suntanning* at the beach. Also, sometimes I like to remind myself that I’m Swedish-Sami. (*I’m Swedish, I don’t actually tan.)
These hot summer days I’ve been dreaming of moving to Sweden.
Stephanie Nikolopoulos 
Share your sentiments Stephanie, Sweden sounds good, Norway should be fine too – or Alaska?
I’ve been to both Sweden and Norway. I think I’d like to add Denmark and Iceland to the list!