As I sat in the car this morning, listening to Abba with my 3 blue Ikea bags in the back seat from my shopping excursion, eating salty liquorice, I thought to myself, “If I was in a Volvo, I would be the perfect Swede.”
Life in the Land of the Ice and Snow
Infiltrating Sweden one cinnamon bun at a time
As I sat in the car this morning, listening to Abba with my 3 blue Ikea bags in the back seat from my shopping excursion, eating salty liquorice, I thought to myself, “If I was in a Volvo, I would be the perfect Swede.”