Monday, April 5, 2010

Trick-or-Treat, Smell My Feet, Give Me Something Good to Eat

We spent Sunday with The Family Swede, enjoyed lunch at a delicious American restaurant and got our Easter eggs!  We had to hunt for them, but unlike searching for many hard-boiled eggs, American style, we were looking for our own gigantic paper-mâché eggs filled - FILLED, I say - with candy.  My tummy hurts, but when in Rome, right?  I barely had room for today's holiday lunch at Mama and Papa Swede's and had to take a nap this afternoon to recuperate after all of the intense eating this weekend has required.
So, about those witches.  Long ago in Sweden, Easter was thought to be the witches' time to get together and meet the devil.  Hmm.  Nowadays small children dress up as witches (cute ones, though, with colorful kerchiefs on their heads and freckles painted on their cheeks) on Skärtorsdagen and go from door to door collecting candy and money.  So they really do celebrate Halloween in Sweden, they just jammed it together with Easter.  Swedes are known for efficiency and innovation, after all.

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