Sweden adventures #6
- dancing sweden
Monday in Herrang.
I get up at ten, take a shower and do some laundry in one of the outdoor sinks of the school building, which is at the centre of most accommodation and daytime dancing. I chat with someone who is getting ready for classes, brushing his teeth next to me. I danced with him only a few hours ago.
When I’m done with my laundry it’s too late for getting any breakfast around here so I get lunch instead. At the cafe, I chat with a guy about meditation. He plays me some of his own music on his guitar in a back room, and I don’t know where to look. It’s not that it’s bad, but he’s so earnest, the situation a bit intimate, and I don’t really know what facial expression would be appropriate. He offers to meditate with me but I politely (hopefully) decline and take a nap instead. Later, I see him meditate with someone else on the grass.
I get a coffee and hang out by the Ice Cream Parlour. I meet new people here, and catch up with some I have met earlier. I spend hours here doing nothing much but holding court on the comfy chairs with my company, conversation, and activities continuously changing.
In the evening, I watch the daily meeting in the library, then I join the cinephiles in the red camper cinemateque, the local cinema in a campervan, to watch an old movie. I have a tin of matjes (pickled herring) and some cashews for dinner and get ready for the dance. My friend Jack from Edinburgh was supposed to arrive today, but I haven’t yet seen him. I need to find out where tonight’s secret blues party is. The laundry?
Turns out there is no blues tonight, but I find Jack and have a drink with him and a staff member from Brazil, who’s giving us all the camp gossip. I’m dancing a bit more, but the bebop swing theme doesn’t agree with me - the live band is great but doesn’t exactly inspire me to dance. I have an early night at half three.
I get up at ten, take a shower and do some laundry in one of the outdoor sinks of the school building, which is at the centre of most accommodation and daytime dancing. I chat with someone who is getting ready for classes, brushing his teeth next to me. I danced with him only a few hours ago.
When I’m done with my laundry it’s too late for getting any breakfast around here so I get lunch instead. At the cafe, I chat with a guy about meditation. He plays me some of his own music on his guitar in a back room, and I don’t know where to look. It’s not that it’s bad, but he’s so earnest, the situation a bit intimate, and I don’t really know what facial expression would be appropriate. He offers to meditate with me but I politely (hopefully) decline and take a nap instead. Later, I see him meditate with someone else on the grass.
I get a coffee and hang out by the Ice Cream Parlour. I meet new people here, and catch up with some I have met earlier. I spend hours here doing nothing much but holding court on the comfy chairs with my company, conversation, and activities continuously changing.
In the evening, I watch the daily meeting in the library, then I join the cinephiles in the red camper cinemateque, the local cinema in a campervan, to watch an old movie. I have a tin of matjes (pickled herring) and some cashews for dinner and get ready for the dance. My friend Jack from Edinburgh was supposed to arrive today, but I haven’t yet seen him. I need to find out where tonight’s secret blues party is. The laundry?
Turns out there is no blues tonight, but I find Jack and have a drink with him and a staff member from Brazil, who’s giving us all the camp gossip. I’m dancing a bit more, but the bebop swing theme doesn’t agree with me - the live band is great but doesn’t exactly inspire me to dance. I have an early night at half three.