Sweden!

Just some thoughts on my first week in Sweden.
-I haven't showered without flooding my bathroom. The shower curtain hangs roughly a foot off the ground and the shower is really just a shower head with a drain in the middle of the floor. I felt stupid wiping the entire bathroom the first time I showered, but slightly less stupid after finding out that all my friends nearby had the same problem. I'm not sure if I'm doing something wrong or if my bathroom was designed by an alcoholic, but taking showers that turn into baths makes me feel like an idiot.
-Speaking of feeling like an idiot, nothing makes me feel dumber than shopping here. Today I tried to buy some crackers. I ended up with cookies. Normally this would be a good thing, but these cookies had no sugar. They sorta tasted like crackers. Except terrible.
-The question everyone asks is are the Swedish girls really as hot as everyone says. No, they're not. They're hotter. It's unreal. Still no word on how to talk to them.
 - I didn't realize how diverse the population of international students would be. Yes, I am aware how stupid that sounds. But everyone I know who has studied abroad in other countries was with mainly American students. I've only met a few that are American so far. It's definitely adding to the experience.

The Beginnings

     On Monday, my day of travel to Sweden finally arrived. I left my house at 11 AM for my 2 PM flight to Chicago. Leaving was a rush of emotions, but after two panic attacks, one minor scene in the airport, and a lot of meds, I was on my way to Chicago. Normally I hate flying, but with so much occupying my mind the first flight seemed to breeze by. Unfortunately, my flight was delayed decreasing my time in between flights. After arriving in Chicago, I had to sprint to my next flight. You know that guy who boards the plane 10 minutes late, dripping in sweat, who you hope to god doesn't sit next to you? Well that was me. My flight departed and after two viewings of Valentines Day, I finally fell asleep. About an hour later I woke up, touching butts with the guy next to me. He woke up as well. Turns out the only thing more uncomfortable than that is waking up face to face. Which happened an hour later. The highlight of the flight was definitely the old man sitting two rows in front of me getting lost. He got up to go the bathroom on the dark plane and then returned to his seat. Or at least tried to. I watched him walk down the wrong aisle looking for his seat, then into business class, down the wrong aisle again, and finally into his seat.
     Finally I arrived in Copenhagen. From there I took a train to Lund where I was greeted by student helpers and fellow international students. It was a long day of getting signed up for everything and settled in my room, but I was so excited to be in Sweden I managed to make it through the day.