Here it comes again, the nicest day of the year, in Sweden at least.
We call it in all possible ways midsummer, midsommer, probably the correct name is midsommer, but I don't know for sure. Anyway, it's a wonderful day, you go out, dance and sing on the grass around the Maypole. You will probably get drunk. That's it.
Even if we are not Swedes we have to partecipate, we feel like.
The Italian organization usually lacks in "organization" and of course this was one of those days. Not only the group destination was undefined, there was not even a group to begin with. After a few calls in the late/early morning we decided Sigtuna, pendeltåg (= kind of train) at 12.15 from the station.
Yeah, sure!
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Of course we can't make it in time, so no train, we'll go by car.
Yes but how do we get to Sigtuna? Betta knows the way, and we believe in God.
Finally we got there, with sun and load music, could life be better ?
The traditional Swedish party starts: the issue of the Maypole (not the erection as Betta kept saying loudly !!)
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We are here to dance, so let's start:
små grådorna små grodorna är lustiga att se (little frogs little frogs are funny to see) and tvätta kläderna
(wash the clothes) and so on.
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I can't figure out why, while we were trying to sing in Swedish, Francesco
was just saying strange things, it must have been something typical from Rome
..no point in explaining, right ?
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