Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Socializing in Stockholm

Rosendals Trädgård  |  Socializing in Stockholm on afeathery*nest  |
I came to Stockholm already knowing a few people—thanks to R having spent his 20s here and us having returned for vacations, but in a full month of living in this pretty city on the sea, I've made two friends on my own—thanks to social media and this here blog.

You know things are fairly anonymous around these parts, but when I received an email from another gal that had just moved here too, but from elsewhere in the EU, asking whether I'd be interested in meeting another fellow expat, I quickly responded "yes!".

She kindly mentioned that she didn't mean to intrude, knowing how I don't share personal photos or heavily-identifying details here, but I will gladly ignore all that if it means spending some time with another native-English-speaking lady (or really, anyone nice, regardless of language!). So, we met for hot chocolate in Gamla Stan (Old Town) at Chokladkoppen one evening last week and swapped stories about visas and renting an apartment and setting up a bank account and all the other fun things that come with moving to a new country.

Walking into Gamla Stan  |  Socializing in Stockholm on afeathery*nest  |
Gamla Stan  |  Socializing in Stockholm on afeathery*nest  |
A week after that, R and I went to a friend's espresso bar where I ended up chatting with a woman who was there with her husband and one of their three kids. After talking about living in different countries, languages, children, the US vs. Sweden vs. Italy, etc., they got their things ready to leave and headed out. As soon as the woman walked out the door I said to R, "shoot, she was nice! I should have gotten her contact info."

Fast forward to 8 hours later and we're getting ready to go to sleep when I see an Instagram notification pop up on my phone—I had posted a photo of the hot chocolate I had at the bar earlier in the day and turns out the other woman had Instagrammed a photo, too. We had both tagged the bar's location and when she uploaded her picture, she clicked the location tag to see recent photos taken there and the last one was mine. She thought to herself, "I recognize that hot chocolate...", clicked onto my profile and found me!

Hot chocolate at Dolcetto |  Socializing in Stockholm on afeathery*nest  |
We've chatted a bit since and have already met for lunch and a walk in a rose garden on Djurgården (first picture), where I took Cleo for her inaugural city ride.

The lesson from all of this?

Hot chocolate forges friendships—as if we had any doubt about chocolate's power.


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