We decide to walk to Gamla Uppsala. Finally, when there is not a meter of snow and no shortcuts impaired by the forest is rather fast. A little trip to the "I'm a tourist and I pretend it's not my seventh came here" ... Oh how pretty! It's true it's still as cool as a place, although for now the stake is a little wart on the nose of kings svear. (which, I remind you, are certainly not beneath the mounds but it will be as if for the sake of argument ...)
To wait until 20h, early celebrations, and soothe our hunger rising, we the ingenuity of Sweden. Without being very environmentally friendly, this little thing, the engångsgrill (read: disposable barbecue) is convenient. You ignite the white cloth, then wait 25 minutes the coals are formed. You can then test it with more or less successfully the different kinds of sausages Swedish purchased a little haphazard and for the occasion.
We then switch off the thing and I'm starting to regret having forgotten my gloves and my water bottle pocket. And also to have changed the day my soles insulated shoes. (De I wear those to other course, otherwise it would not be funny ...) To get warm, I start a traditional dance based beats feet in rhythm. Many aboriginal people are the same. We feel the deep anchoring of the thing in the local culture.
20 hours: a choir sings in the wind, cold and winter outfits complete (jacket-hat-mittens) chorales to the glory of spring, and it's really nice pretty flowers the sunshine and the birds. I lose touch with my toes. Then comes a short speech on Linné (of course) that I understand almost . And it rough, and 4 "Hurra" for Spring! Hurra! Hurra! Hurra! Hurra!
Upon ignition, I'm not far from the amputation of lower limbs. I continue my dancing pagan. And then it starts to burn. A little ...
Many ...
Passionately ... No sorry, very much. Most families (yes the public is family, we are very few students) is finally part. We meet a few dozen, including a lot of students around the fire. My toes are saved. To celebrate, we sing "Wind fresh morning breeze "in canon and in 3 languages: French, German, Italian ... It's amazing what you learn Walpurgis night!
We stay there again some time to laugh, sing and say anything before taking the bus to arrive ... We Flogsta May 1
To wait until 20h, early celebrations, and soothe our hunger rising, we the ingenuity of Sweden. Without being very environmentally friendly, this little thing, the engångsgrill (read: disposable barbecue) is convenient. You ignite the white cloth, then wait 25 minutes the coals are formed. You can then test it with more or less successfully the different kinds of sausages Swedish purchased a little haphazard and for the occasion.
We then switch off the thing and I'm starting to regret having forgotten my gloves and my water bottle pocket. And also to have changed the day my soles insulated shoes. (De I wear those to other course, otherwise it would not be funny ...) To get warm, I start a traditional dance based beats feet in rhythm. Many aboriginal people are the same. We feel the deep anchoring of the thing in the local culture.
20 hours: a choir sings in the wind, cold and winter outfits complete (jacket-hat-mittens) chorales to the glory of spring, and it's really nice pretty flowers the sunshine and the birds. I lose touch with my toes. Then comes a short speech on Linné (of course) that I understand almost . And it rough, and 4 "Hurra" for Spring! Hurra! Hurra! Hurra! Hurra!
Upon ignition, I'm not far from the amputation of lower limbs. I continue my dancing pagan. And then it starts to burn. A little ...
Many ...
Passionately ... No sorry, very much. Most families (yes the public is family, we are very few students) is finally part. We meet a few dozen, including a lot of students around the fire. My toes are saved. To celebrate, we sing "Wind fresh morning breeze "in canon and in 3 languages: French, German, Italian ... It's amazing what you learn Walpurgis night!
We stay there again some time to laugh, sing and say anything before taking the bus to arrive ... We Flogsta May 1
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