Not All Who Wander Are Lost


Episode 11 of the podcast “Beyond the Swedish Postcard” explores the evolution of Sweden from Viking chieftains to kings, highlighting key figures like Eric the Victorious and Birger Jarl. It details significant events such as civil wars and the rise of Stockholm, while reflecting on the ongoing question of Swedish identity.

The podcast episode “Beyond the Swedish Postcard” highlights the significant yet overlooked roles of women during the Viking Age. It discusses female warriors, travelers, rulers, and the vital contributions women made to society, challenging previous assumptions about gender roles through archaeological findings and new research.

🎧 Listen to the Episode 👉 Listen on Spotify here. 🧭 Episode Summary In Episode 9, we move beyond the idea of a peaceful, gradual conversion. Instead, we walk through: 📍 Places & Links Mentioned 🏛️ Kata Farm (Kata Gård) – Varnhem The oldest known Christian church in Västergötland, with Kata’s grave visible under glass.🔗 Västergötlands…

I moved to Sweden about a year ago, and almost immediately, I ran into a problem I didn’t expect. I wanted to understand this place. Not just the Sweden of today… the fika, the archipelago, the social policies I’d read about from afar. I wanted the deeper story. The one that explains how a country…

I turned a year older in the far north of Sweden, exhausted from travel and utterly awake to the world around me. Lying in a glass igloo along a frozen river, watching the aurora move across the sky, I felt wonderfully small in the best possible way. Not lost. Just properly placed. As the lights…

You have your positive decision and you have landed in Sweden. What comes next is a very specific sequence of appointments, IDs, waiting periods, and systems that no one fully explains. This is a lived guide to what actually happens after you arrive, based on my own experience navigating residence permits, the Swedish Tax Agency,…

My ancestors crossed the Atlantic to reach America. I crossed it back to build a life in Sweden. One year later, I reflect on grief, courage, and the meaning of crossing at all.

Watching the United States from abroad, I keep hearing my grandmother’s voice. A teacher. A lifelong Democrat. A woman who believed fear was never the lesson, even when history was at its loudest.

2025 changed me in ways I never expected. It taught me how to trust myself, plan boldly, and keep moving even when the path felt uncertain. Looking toward 2026, I am ready to keep building a life rooted in curiosity, resilience, and quiet joy.

Southern biscuits taste different in Sweden. It turns out the secret isn’t nostalgia; it’s the flour. While American flour can be bleached or bromated; Swedish vetemjöl is flour that’s been left alone. Bromated flour has been flagged by international health agencies as a possible carcinogen; banned across most of the world; yet still common in…

This year’s birthday feels different in the best way. Last November we were living in two countries, waiting on visas and holding our breath for the future. Today we’re celebrating in our own little trea in Sweden; warm light, sleepy cats, and a life finally unfolding. It’s amazing how quietly everything can change when love…

The days are so dark now, but maybe that’s the perfect moment to choose a new beginning. I’m turning in my work notice and stepping fully into my life here in Sweden. The aurora has been on my mind, how it only appears when the night is deepest. Maybe big transitions are the same. Brilliance…

November in Sweden isn’t gloomy; it’s golden in its own quiet way. Between the first sip of Julmust, pepparkakor on every shelf, and the warm glow of Jul lights spreading through the dark, this month feels like a gentle pause before winter deepens. Last night, I introduced my husband to my grandmother’s Southern Alabama chicken…

From Sweden, I reflect on the rise of authoritarianism in the U.S.; National Guard deployments, civil rights violations, and the silencing of dissent. This post is my own observation, not sponsored or political, written in defense of truth, democracy, and basic human decency.

I vikingagravar på Gotland har arkeologer hittat nycklar hos många kvinnor. Dessa nycklar var inte bara verktyg, utan symboler för ansvar, respekt och kvinnlig styrka. Vad kan vi lära oss av dem idag? In the graves of Viking Age women on Gotland, archaeologists have often found keys; not just as practical tools, but as powerful…

På en hög plats i Fröjel ligger en gammal skeppssättning från bronsåldern. Här ser man havet och ön Lilla Karlsö. Gravarna ser ut som båtar och visar hur viktig sjöfart var för människor på Gotland för 3 000 år sedan. High on a coastal ridge in Fröjel stands a Bronze Age stone ship grave. From…

Den 28 september 1066 landade Vilhelm från Normandie på Englands kust. Det var första steget mot slaget vid Hastings och den normandiska erövringen en vändpunkt som förändrade England, Europa och till och med maktbalansen med Skandinavien. Nästan tusen år senare lever vi fortfarande med arvet från denna dag. On September 28, 1066, William of Normandy…

Before a single trench was dug at Fröjel, archaeologists turned to soil chemistry. Phosphate mapping revealed hidden traces of daily life; houses, graves, and workshops… proving this quiet Gotland landscape was once a bustling Viking Age harbor. Innan arkeologerna började gräva i Fröjel använde de jordens kemi. Fosfatkartor visade spår av liv hus, gravar och…

🇸🇪Fröjel på Gotland var mer än en by — det var en vikingatida hamn full av handel och liv. Detta är starten på min 30-dagars resa genom arkiven, om identitet, historia och möten mellan människor. 🇬🇧 Fröjel on Gotland was more than a village — it was a Viking Age harbor alive with trade, graves,…

Standing at Fröjel kastal beside the church on Gotland’s west coast, I felt history in the stones. Built in the 12th century as both refuge and watchtower, the kastal still overlooks the old harbor – a silent guardian of trade, danger, and community. Vid Fröjel kastal, intill kyrkan på Gotlands västkust, kände jag historiens närvaro…

What began with 36 historical matches on 23andMe has grown into a journey through hundreds of ancient sites on MyTrueAncestry. From Viking Age Gotland to Roman Italy, my DNA traces a story of migrations, connections, and förfäder that still echo today.

Today my SFI class is heading to Flygvapenmuseum in Linköping on a “field trip.” Not only will we see legendary Swedish aircraft like the Saab Gripen and the salvaged DC-3; but also step into recreated Swedish homes from the 1940s–1990s; perfect timing since we’re learning house vocabulary this week! #Flygvapenmuseum #Linköping #SFI #SwedishWanderlust #FieldTrip #SwedenHistory…

Eight months in, I’ve stopped pulling out Google Translate for every grocery item, learned to embrace silence on the bus, and found comfort in the rhythms of everyday Swedish life. Moving abroad isn’t just about a new country; it’s about the small details that slowly shift you, until one day you realize: this feels like…

We just adopted two black cat sisters, Morticia and Wednesday, as autumn settles into Linköping. Life is busier now, but between work, SFI, and research, the stories are still alive—just arriving more slowly.

Nearly three weeks after Medieval Week, Visby still lingers in my mind—its ruins, its history, even its ghosts. Back on the mainland, I balance chasing Sweden’s haunted past with my present reality: learning Swedish at SFI. #Visby #Gotland #MedievalWeek #SwedishHistory #HauntedSweden #Spöke #ClarionWisby #SFI #SwedishForImmigrants #SwedishLife #GothicSweden #TravelSweden #VisitSweden

Two weeks after Medieval Week, Visby still lingers—in my memories, in a ghostly figure at the Clarion Wisby, and in the way my SFI classes are teaching me to live between languages and histories.

Fröjel was once a bustling Viking-Age harbor on Gotland, alive with trade, craft, and community. My DNA connects me to VK429, a woman who lived and died here around 975 AD. Could she have been one of the women buried with a key — a symbol of power, wealth, and responsibility? As I search for…

Today brought a breakthrough in my VK429 research—I made contact with archaeologist Dr. Dan Carlsson, bringing me one step closer to matching her DNA profile to an actual grave in Fröjel. My own DNA shows a close connection to VK429 on MyTrueAncestry making this discovery feel deeply personal. Soon, I may finally learn the full…

Discover the haunting history of Clarion Hotel Wisby in Gotland, Sweden. From 13th-century packhouses to a chilling ghost sighting during Medieval Week, this is Visby’s past—and paranormal—at its most unforgettable.

On my last day in Visby, I went to the archive. VK429’s story is being held for someone’s PhD research, which means I’ll have to wait my turn. But this isn’t goodbye—it’s just the next step in finding her.

I bought sunscreen and travel bottles today. Tomorrow, we fly. It’s just packing and errands… but it feels like crossing into story. The journey starts here.

I forgot to blog today. Because it’s finally real. Three days to Stockholm. Four to Visby. I’m still at home—but only just. This is the last quiet moment before I step into the dream.

In a few days I’ll stand in Stockholm. Not Visby—yet. But the capital before the kingdom. The pause before the myth. The place that ruled the island, before I cross the sea and find it again.

I’m flying to Visby, but I’m taking the ferry home. Which feels exactly right. Fast in, slow out. Like I’m being carried back across something ancient. Because this isn’t just a trip. It’s a crossing.

Trying to plan some day trips while in Visby without turning it into a full itinerary. Stone ships, ancient churches, windswept coastlines—Gotland is basically one big myth. I just need a tour, a bus, a broomstick… something.

Where do thousands of people sleep during Medieval Week in Visby? Some pitch tents like it’s the 1200s. Some ferry in and out like time travelers. We found a spot near the wall—close enough for the music, far enough for a nap.

I’ve traced my DNA, packed my fanny pack, and read everything I could about Visby. But in 12 days, I’m walking into something I can’t fully predict. And that—finally—feels right. There’s beauty in the ovisshet.

Visby’s medieval gates aren’t just openings in a wall. They’re portals. You step through them and something shifts. The wind feels older. Your footsteps echo differently. In 13 days, I’ll cross that threshold. And nothing will feel the same.

Some say Gotland’s burial sites align with the moon. That the stones were laid in rhythm with lunar cycles— A calendar, a ritual, a goodbye. I like that. Because memory isn’t always written in books. Sometimes it’s written in shadows.

They say Gotland used to sink during the day—until a man named Tjelvar brought fire. Now I’m 15 days away from walking toward that stone ship—taking ancestral flame with me. Eld. 🔥

In the bogs of Gotland, a ghost light still floats. Not a ghost story—a ghost sighting. The Martebo Light has drifted through the mire for over 100 years. No one has caught it. But many have followed it. And in 16 days… I might too.

You don’t need a time machine to walk through centuries. You just need to step into Visby. The Viking shore, the medieval gates, the old bones and buried names— They’re all still here. Waiting.

Before I traced my DNA to Gotland, I met Sweden through Pippi Långstrump. She was strong, mischievous, and gloriously unbothered by rules. Now I’m walking into her world—with sunscreen, a fanny pack, and the same energy. Super strong girls still rule.

By day, Visby tells its history. By night, it tells its secrets. In 20 days, I’ll be there—walking into the firelight, listening for stories that only come out after dark. Let the skymning begin.

Outside the Östergötlands Museum stands a Viking Age runestone pulled from the soil of a forgotten farm and brought back to life. Raised by a son for his father who died in England, this ancient marker tells a story of grief, memory, and the far-reaching ties of Östergötland’s past.

I’m not dressing up to escape the present. I’m dressing up to meet the past halfway. Medieval Week in Visby isn’t just a festival—it’s a ritual. A skådespel. A way to say: we remember.

I’ve been counting the days until I leave for Visby. But now I’m also counting the layers—reef, bone, legend, memory. Gotland isn’t just a place. It’s a stack of stories, pressed in stone. Gotland isn’t just old—it’s ancient. Long before medieval walls or Norse ships, this island was a coral reef in a tropical sea.…

There’s something powerful about walking toward a place your DNA already remembers. The Viking dead beneath Gotland’s soil aren’t just history—they’re family. I’ve never been here before, but somehow… I’m home. #Gotland #Visby #MedievalWeek #VikingAncestry #J1c8 #Fröjel #SalmeBurials #SwedishWanderlust #DNAjourney #NordicRoots #Hiraeth #CountdownToVisby #GenealogyMeetsGeography #VikingBlood

25 days until Visby, and I’m thinking about fabric. Not just what I’ll wear to Medieval Week, but what people wore centuries ago — when color meant status, stitches told your story, and even a veil could whisper your place in society. In Visby, cloth wasn’t just cloth. It was currency, code, and class. Turns…

26 days until I arrive in Visby—and I can’t stop thinking about the field just outside its walls. In 1361, nearly 1,800 Gotlanders—farmers, sons, merchants—took a final stand against a Danish invasion. They were outnumbered, under-equipped, and still, they showed up. We don’t talk about them like we talk about Sparta. But maybe we should.…

Traders didn’t wear crowns, but in Visby, they didn’t need to. A merchant’s ledger could be as powerful as a sword, and candlelit cellars often held more influence than castle halls. In this post, I step into that legacy — dressed in the quiet confidence of a woman who would’ve made a killing trading silk,…

Visby wears its faith like layers of old stone — rune-marked boulders in the grass, saints carved into the church walls, and candlelight flickering across a thousand-year mix of pagan and Christian belief. It wasn’t about picking sides. It was about surviving, just in case the gods — any gods — were listening. #VisbyCountdown #GotlandMysteries…

These aren’t your average meatballs—this is an easy, authentic Swedish meatball recipe passed down through generations, with creamy gravy and cozy vibes.

Today’s post is about what lies beneath the beauty of Visby — a mass grave of farmers, sons, and merchants who died defending their home in 1361. Their bones were buried just as they fell, still wearing armor. Still waiting. In 34 days, I’ll be walking above them. And I’ll be listening. #VisbyCountdown #BattleOfVisby #GotlandHistory…

Only 35 days until I step into Visby — and today, I’m diving into the chaos and charm of its legendary medieval market. 🐟🪙 From pirate traders to ale-slinging fishwives, Visby’s old town square wasn’t just a place to buy things — it was where reputations rose, silver changed hands, and history hummed under every…

Today’s post dives into the strange, sizzling world of medieval justice — when proving your innocence meant walking on coals, holding hot iron, or surviving a very suspicious swim. I wrote about how justice back then was part ritual, part fear, and honestly… not entirely unfamiliar today. (And yes, there’s a cartoon. Just vibes. And…

One year ago today, I lost my Gran — a woman whose love of learning, travel, and stories shaped who I am. Today’s Visby post is for her. For the woman who raised seekers, and for the Viking-age ancestor I never knew I had — a maternal match buried in Fröjel, Gotland over a thousand…

Once, before medicine came in boxes, wisdom came from the woods. Today’s post is about the kloka — the wise folk of Gotland who healed with herbs, stories, and quiet power. Not witches, not saints — just people who knew how to help. And honestly… if one of them could show up right now with…

They call it blodskatt — the blood tax. Visby may look like a fairytale now, but these stones have seen judgment, fear, and the final steps of the condemned. Gallows once stood where tourists now take photos. The past isn’t gone — it’s just quieter. Today’s post dives into the hidden brutality beneath the beauty.…

Today’s post is about the women of Gotland — midwives, herbalists, and healers who walked the line between wisdom and danger. They didn’t ride brooms… but they did leave protection spells carved into stone. I haven’t been to Visby yet — but when I go this August, I’ll be looking for mugwort, whispers, and maybe…

They say the wall around Visby hums before storms. Some say it bleeds. Others hear whispers between the towers. I haven’t been yet — but I’m going in August, and I’ll be listening. 📜 Today’s post is about the ringmur, the medieval wall that still guards the city… and maybe something more. Have you ever…

Some ships never dock. Some sailors never leave the sea. Today’s post dives into Gotland’s haunted waters — from glowing Viking longships off Fårösund to barefoot spirits on the beach at twilight. The sea around this island doesn’t just hold history. It remembers. If you’re into ghost stories, sea legends, or just love a good…

🌞✨ Before there were maypoles and strawberry cake, there were bonfires, blood, and gods demanding sacrifice. Midsommar in Sweden isn’t just a cute summer party—it’s the surviving remnant of one of Europe’s oldest pagan solstice rituals. Long before Christianity arrived, the longest day of the year was marked by sacred groves, fertility rites, and offerings…

🌼 Today is Midsommar — Sweden’s most magical, flower-crown-wearing, schnapps-singing holiday of the year. Whether you’re dancing like a frog, dodging herring, or just vibing under a too-bright sky: Glad Midsommar to all! 💛🌞🌸 No cliffs were jumped. No cults were joined. Just joy, light, and maybe a little too much strawberry cake. #GladMidsommar #VisbyCountdown…

✨ Medieval Gotland had no ibuprofen, no NyQuil, and definitely no essential oil girlies. But they did have mugwort for dreams, angelica for evil spirits, and mandrake for… enemies. If your teeth hurt, you chewed yarrow. If your neighbor cursed your cow, you burned juniper. If you were dramatic (and honestly, why not), you packed…

Let’s talk about the real plague of the Middle Ages: body odor. We romanticize medieval Gotland — the soaring church towers, the cloaks, the candlelight… but under those layers of wool and honor? Was sweat, dirt, and the occasional rat. Here’s how people in 13th-century Visby actually dealt with hygiene (or didn’t): 💧 Baths, but…

Before I even set foot in Visby, part of me is already there — and part of me never made it back. In 2008, on a quiet bluff in Salme, Estonia, archaeologists uncovered a Viking ship burial. Then another. Dozens of men, laid side by side in their armor, with swords, gaming pieces, and grave…

Let’s face it: if you or I time-traveled to 14th-century Visby, we’d last maybe… two and a half hours. Medieval Gotland was stunning — cliffs, markets, soaring church towers — but it also doubled as a full-time hazard course. Here’s how you probably wouldn’t make it: 🪦 1. Drinking the Wrong Ale Gotlanders brewed strong, but…

Gotland is beautiful — but certain places are not yours to walk. According to island folklore, the land belongs not just to people, but to vittror — the “hidden folk” of the forest and underworld. They’re invisible, ancient beings who live in a parallel realm beneath the earth. And they have roads. These vittra paths…

Let’s talk outfits — because if I’m going to walk into Visby like it’s 1395, I’m not doing it in cargo shorts. I’ve started researching what people wore during the High Middle Ages on Gotland, and let me tell you: the drip was elite. We’re talking linen tunics, embroidered hems, wool cloaks that doubled as…

It’s Friday the 13th, and I just found out Gotland has its own version of a supernatural omen: not a black cat, but a black ram — and honestly, that feels right for this island. According to local legend, a giant svart bagge (black ram) roams old churchyards and mossy ruins across Gotland. Sometimes it’s…

Imagine telling your life story in pictures — no words, no sound, just carved symbols etched in stone and left to weather a thousand years. That’s exactly what Gotlanders did long before hashtags or history books. Scattered across the island, these towering picture stones (bildstenar) are older than most Viking myths. Some date back to…

I keep trying to picture Visby in real time — not Medieval Week, not a postcard — but an actual Wednesday morning in June. And honestly? It sounds like the kind of place where you could trip over a rune stone while searching for oat milk. This town has layers. On one hand, it’s a…

Every town has its shortcuts — but Visby’s are older, weirder, and possibly haunted. I read about a set of half-forgotten stairs near Snäckgärdsbaden, just north of Visby. They’re carved into the bluff above the sea, worn down by centuries of footsteps and sea spray. No signs. No plaques. Just stone steps leading from the…

I haven’t been to Visby yet, but I have traveled there in the way many 80s and 90s kids did — through a grainy VHS copy of “The New Adventures of Pippi Longstocking”, lovingly dubbed by Disney. I didn’t know back then that the real Pippi was Swedish, or that some of the most iconic…

Visby is famous for its medieval walls—but not every tower here was built for knights. Some were built for warplanes. During World War II, Sweden remained officially neutral, but the island of Gotland was in a precarious position: floating in the middle of the Baltic Sea, close to occupied territories, and watching a war that…

Sweden’s National Day, through the eyes of someone who came here for love—and stayed for more than she expected. Today is Sweden’s National Day. For many Swedes, it’s a quiet holiday—a few flags, a bit of music in the park, a slice of cake with strawberries. No loud celebrations. No spectacle. Just a moment to…

One of the things I’m most curious about when it comes to Visby’s Medieval Week isn’t just the jousting or the music or whether I’ll end up wearing a linen smock and leather pouch (still undecided, thank you)—it’s the craftsmanship. The real, hands-on, tool-in-hand, hammer-on-iron kind of craftsmanship. I haven’t been yet, but the thought…

Last night, I dreamed I was going to meet my ancestor, Rollo. I felt excited. And terrified. The kind of fear that feels old—older than me. The kind of fear that comes not from danger, but from magnitude. Then I woke up. But the feeling stayed. Like I’d almost touched something ancient. Or maybe, something…

(Photographed around 2:15 a.m. in south-central Sweden) There’s something quietly transformative about spring and summer in south-central Sweden. Time stretches and softens. Night becomes a gentle pause rather than a full descent. The sun never truly sets—it simply lingers, dipping low on the horizon and bathing the sky in silvery-blue hues that feel both surreal…

I have a thing for old stone walls. Not the “leaning against them for Instagram” kindthough, let’s be honest, I’ll do that too- but the kind that whisper when you get too close. And Visby’s ringmur, the medieval wall that wraps around the old town like a stone embrace, has plenty to say. Especially if…

Visby’s St. Lars Church is one of the most unusual medieval structures on Gotland- built in the early 1100s with round arches and a Byzantine flair that stands out among the sharper Gothic bones of the city. But beyond its architectural curiosity lies a haunting legend that caught my attention immediately: the story of the…

If there’s one thing Sweden has perfected, it’s fika-that sacred pause in the day for coffee, carbs, and conversation. But imagine having your cinnamon bun and brew in the shadow of Viking stones? That’s Visby. Now, I haven’t had the pleasure yet (I will this August!), but I’ve been doing my homework. There are cafés…

In the cobbled heart of Visby stands Helgeandshuset, or what’s left of it- the Holy Spirit Hospital. It was built in the 13th century, which is to say, back when medicine involved a lot more prayer and a lot less penicillin. I haven’t been yet (August can’t come soon enough), but I already know this…

Tucked away in one of Visby’s winding cobblestone streets stands what’s believed to be Sweden’s oldest residential doorway- part of the Cramérska huset, a house completed around the year 1230. That’s right: this door was swinging on its hinges nearly 500 years before the United States existed. Feel free to drop that in casual conversation-…

Of all the photos, stories, and wistful blog entries I’ve browsed about Visby, one detail keeps resurfacing: locals use the medieval ruins like a park. Not as backdrops for ghost tours or fenced-off monuments- but as part of the everyday. People sit on ancient church steps to drink their coffee. Children run along stone walls…

If you’ve ever strolled through Stora Torget in Linköping and thought, “What’s with the grumpy monk on a horse?” – you’re not alone. I recently learned that the “monk” is actually Folke Filbyter, a legendary (and rather cantankerous) pagan forefather of the powerful Bjälbo dynasty. According to folklore, Folke refused to convert to Christianity even…

Among Visby’s ruins, those silent stone bones of churches long gone, one architectural detail keeps catching my eye in every photo and article: the rose windows. These circular stained glass masterpieces once crowned the great churches of medieval Europe, including those in Visby. They weren’t just decorative- they were spiritual compasses, framing divine light in…

Let’s get straight to it: I’m planning my first encounter with kroppkakor like some people plan weddings. I’ve read about it. I’ve studied it. I’ve already decided which plate I’m going to cry over in Visby. For the uninitiated, kroppkakor are Swedish potato dumplings, filled with savory treasures- typically bacon, onions, (all the foods I…

I haven’t even set foot in Visby yet, but let me tell you… I’ve already mentally picked out my fika spot. Tucked along the cobblestone lanes, surrounded by stone ruins and that salty Baltic air, there are cafés just begging me to come in, order something sweet, and sit far too long doing absolutely nothing…

From wisecracks to street art, the writing on the wall means something different now. Visby, a city where ancient stone walls whisper tales of Vikings and medieval merchants, also hums with the vibrant pulse of contemporary creativity. Amidst its cobblestone streets and historic ruins, modern street art emerges, adding splashes of color and commentary to…

Let’s talk about Stora Torget, literally “The Big Square.” And trust me, this square has seen things. Smack in the center of Visby’s old town, Stora Torget has been the heartbeat of the city since the Middle Ages. Need to sell fish? Torget. Need to yell at your neighbors? Torget. Need to stage a battle…

Most people think of Visby as medieval. Stone walls. Rose-covered ruins. Viking whispers in the streets. But here’s a twist you might not expect: in 1808, the Russians came ashore. During the Finnish War, a conflict between Sweden and Russia that ultimately led to Finland becoming a Grand Duchy under the Russian Empire- Gotland found…

When you think of Visby, your mind probably drifts to roses, ruins, and medieval magic- and rightly so. But one of the most quietly breathtaking parts of this ancient town has nothing to do with knights or cathedrals. It goes much further back. Thousands of years back, in fact. Just outside the city lies the…

One of my favorite things about travel is when a place surprises you with something subtle; like the way people speak. In Gotland, that surprise is Gutnish (or Gutamål), a dialect that sounds like Swedish took a detour through a Viking longhouse and decided to stay. While modern Swedish is the official language, the local…

Some towns put their history behind glass. Visby? It leaves it standing in the open air – weathered, wild, and fully walkable. Two of the most hauntingly beautiful examples: St. Karin’s Church and St. Drotten’s Church, medieval ruins that remain open to curious wanderers like us. St. Karin’s is the kind of place that stops…

Okay, let’s be real: there are “medieval festivals,” and then there’s Medieval Week in Visby. This isn’t some half-hearted Ren Faire with plastic swords and turkey legs. This is a fully immersive, thousand-year rewind where the entire town commits like, costume-and-character, speak-in-runes level of commitment. Every August, thousands of visitors flood the streets of Visby…

Today, whilst walking through the quiet Swedish forest, I caught a scent that stopped me in my tracks—honeysuckle. Wild and free, threading its way through the trees with no need for fences or gardens. The smell pulled me straight back to Alabama, where honeysuckles grew thick in the woods of my childhood. That sweet, golden…

Just when you thought Visby couldn’t possibly pack in more drama- it turns out the 1520s were anything but peaceful. Enter: Lübeck, one of Visby’s old Hanseatic frenemies, crashing the party with a fleet and a whole lot of ambition during the chaos of the Protestant Reformation. Wait- who was Lübeck? Lübeck is a city in northern…

Sure, Visby is known for its ruins, ramparts, and echoes of the Middle Ages; but nestled within those ancient walls is a place that feels like it exists outside of time altogether: Botaniska Trädgården, Visby’s botanical garden. Founded in 1855, this garden isn’t just a pleasant stroll- it’s a love letter to growth, beauty, and…

Let’s take a moment for the Visby Cathedral; or as the locals know it, Sankta Maria Domkyrka. Built in the late 12th century, it’s the only one of Visby’s many medieval churches still in regular use today. And honestly, it’s not just standing-it’s commanding. Most of the other church ruins around town are beautiful, romantic…

Let’s talk names. Specifically: Visby-the name that now evokes rose-lined ruins and quaint cafés may have started out with… slightly more metal origins. According to linguistic sleuths, the name Visby may come from the Old Norse words “vis” (meaning sacrificial site) and “by” (meaning village). That’s right, before it became a Hanseatic power player, before…

At the center of Visby lies Stora Torget, the main square; a place that has quietly witnessed the full sweep of the town’s history for over 800 years. It’s not flashy or grand. It doesn’t need to be. This square holds the weight of time in its stones. Since the Middle Ages, this has been…

I’m counting down the days until we’re wandering through Visby, and today’s fun fact just makes me even more impatient: the streets of Visby are still laid out almost exactly as they were in the 13th century. Yes; when we go this summer, we’ll be walking the same crooked paths medieval merchants, monks, and mischief-makers…

Visby isn’t just a pretty town; it’s a place where the walls themselves have seniority. Some of the oldest surviving houses in Visby date all the way back to the 12th century, which means they were already a few generations old when Leonardo da Vinci was sketching flying machines and the Magna Carta was being…

Centuries before tourists snapped photos of rose-covered ruins and twilight towers, Visby was something much grittier and grander. It was a marketplace of empires, a coastal engine of trade, and one of the brightest jewels in the Hanseatic League’s crown. Imagine the 13th century: a time when the Baltic Sea was a highway, and wooden…

One of the most awe-inspiring sights in Visby (and perhaps the most iconic) is the Ringmuren, the town’s medieval city wall. Winding 2.11 miles around the old town, this stone fortification rises with quiet authority above red-tiled rooftops and cobbled lanes, wrapping the town in a protective embrace that has endured for over 700 years.…

Today, Visby may seem like a quaint coastal town, all ivy-draped ruins and cobbled streets. But in the Middle Ages, it was one of the most influential urban centers in Northern Europe- an essential node in the vast commercial web of the Hanseatic League (a powerful network of trading cities across Northern Europe). From the…

As we count down the days to Medieval Week in Visby, I want to spotlight a place that lies just a short drive from the city, but centuries deep in personal significance: Fröjel. Located on the windswept western coast of Gotland, Fröjel today is a peaceful village, marked by a 12th-century stone church and quiet…

This August, my husband and I will travel to Gotland- Sweden’s storied island in the Baltic Sea- for Medieval Week in Visby, a celebration of history so immersive it borders on time travel. For one week, Visby sheds the present and becomes something else entirely: a living city of the 14th century. The medieval wall…

We just got back from a trip to Norway, and I don’t think I’ve fully processed how much it meant to me. It wasn’t just a vacation- it was something deeper. Starting in Linköping, Sweden, my husband and I set off on our first trip together. Oslo was our first stop, just for a day.…

In the hills above Trondheim, the ruins of Sverresborg whisper stories most people have forgotten. Built by King Sverre in the 1180s, this stone fortress once stood strong through Norway’s brutal civil wars. But one of its oldest secrets wasn’t found in a wall or scroll- it was discovered in a well. In 1938, archaeologists…

Living in Sweden as an American is a bit like stepping out of a chaotic rock concert and into a perfectly tuned string quartet. You’re still vibrating with noise, but suddenly you can hear yourself think. And you realize- maybe for the first time- that the noise wasn’t normal. You’d just gotten used to it.…

Today, I celebrate another trip around the sun—with a slice of prinsesstårta in hand and my husband by my side. Looking back at 2024, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude, because this year has been nothing short of magical. And it all started with him. My husband is the reason for this adventure—the…

After months of planning, goodbyes, and a whirlwind of emotions, I’ve finally arrived in Linköping. It’s surreal to sit down and write these words because, for so long, this was just a dream—a far-off goal that didn’t feel real until now. But here I am, in Sweden, starting my new life with my husband in…

The clock is ticking. Just three days separate me from the dream I’ve been chasing – my move to Sweden. It’s so close I can almost feel the cool Nordic breeze and hear the gentle hum of life in a place that already feels like home. But before I can dive headfirst into my Swedish…

It still doesn’t feel real, but it’s finally happening—after months of waiting, countless hours spent navigating paperwork, and a rollercoaster of emotions, my residency decision has been approved! I’m officially on my way to move to Sweden to be with my husband. This journey started with a simple meeting in the most unexpected way. Who…

When I was little, I had a favorite coloring book. You know the one—the kind that keeps a kid entertained for hours, crayon shavings everywhere, and pages so well-loved they’re practically worn through. My absolute favorite page featured Lucia, complete with her crown of candles and flowing gown. I was obsessed. Like, “color-the-same-page-multiple-times” obsessed. I…

The Swedish residence permit process—a journey that could be a reality show called “Who Gets Approved?” except instead of roses, we’re waiting on bureaucratic blessings. Spoiler alert: I haven’t gotten mine yet. What’s driving me up the wall isn’t just the wait—it’s the randomness of it all. People who applied after me, had their interviews…

Åh, Sweden—the land of fika, forest hikes, and furniture with names like Björksnäs and Klippan. If you’re anything like me, you’ve spent hours daydreaming about cozy cabins, endless summer nights, and trying to figure out how to pronounce lagom without sounding like you’re coughing up a meatball. But what if moving or visiting Sweden isn’t…

Hej, fellow adventurers! There’s something magical about Sweden, isn’t there? From the whispering forests of Småland to the dramatic shores of Bohuslän, every corner of this Nordic paradise seems to have a story to tell. And as someone forever captivated by wanderlust (Swedish or otherwise), I find myself endlessly curious about one thing: What’s your…

There’s something uniquely bittersweet about watching Christmas unfold in your soon to be home country from afar. Especially when your husband, who’s there, is sending you dreamy pictures of glowing reindeer and festive streets, reminding you of all the magical moments you’re missing. Moments like his walk home from the gym, where the Christmas decorations…

Happy Thanksgiving, wanderers! Today, as I sit here with a plate of stuffing in one hand and a hot cup of gratitude in the other, I thought I’d take a moment to reflect on all that I’m thankful for this year. Sure, I might not be gathered around a Swedish smörgåsbord just yet, but there’s…

Hello, lovely wanderers—both stateside and across the pond! Today’s blog isn’t about trekking Swedish forests or finding the perfect fika spot. No, today’s adventure is about something far less glamorous: the wild world of bureaucratic waiting. Specifically, my current quest to get my request officially registered while I’m still here in the U.S. and my…

Freshly back from Washington, D.C., and officially rehydrated from my emotional dehydration, I’m reveling in the fact that the interview process is finally over. But, of course, now my brain is playing an endless highlight reel of all my answers. Could I have said something better? More charming? Less “me”? Probably. But here we are.…

Today is a special day – a day that feels like it should be filled with laughter, hugs, and the smell of birthday cake candles burning down far too fast. But instead of being in Sweden celebrating my husband’s birthday with him, I’m here in the United States, waiting for the bureaucratic stars to align…

Ever felt like your life is a chaotic juggling act of work deadlines, social obligations, and endless Netflix queues, like you’ll never finish? Sweden has a word for you: lagom. Pronounced lah-gohm (and definitely not like “legume”), lagom roughly translates to “just the right amount.” Not too much, not too little… just a Goldilocks-approved sweet…

Hej! Or, as DuoLingo cheerfully reminds me every day, Hej hej! (Yes, double the “hej,” double the fun—Swedes love their greetings.) When I first started learning Swedish, I was excited to dive into a language that seemed so charmingly melodic. Thanks to DuoLingo, I’ve added 600 new Swedish words to my vocabulary! From naming fruits…

Let’s talk Swedish wanderlust—the urge to roam this stunning Scandinavian playground, where the constitution itself encourages you to be a full-blown nature-loving nomad. Thanks to Allemansrätten (The Right of Public Access), you’re basically free to ski, cycle, skate, swim, and yes, even camp just about anywhere you please. Sweden is like that generous friend who…

Interview with the Swedish embassy next week—gulp! I’m fully committed, right down to the details: signature pink outfit (my old sales manager swore it’s my lucky color), passport ready, $250/night Airbnb secured, and plane ticket to D.C. in hand. Åh, and let’s not forget my trusty companion: a healthy dose of nerves. Check, check, and…

When I met my husband, it felt like stepping into a whole new world—one where I didn’t need to do handstands to earn love. Imagine my surprise when I discovered he actually cared about me. I know, sounds simple, right? But if you’ve ever spent years bending over backward to please others and gotten zilch…

Åh, movie night—a classic romantic staple. Grab the popcorn, settle in, and hit play. Simple, right? Wrong! At least, not when you and your significant other are in two different countries with two entirely different streaming libraries. Welcome to our world, where “Netflix and chill” becomes “Netflix and chill… as soon as we find a…

Well, friends, we’re down to the final countdown—11 days until I face my interview with the Swedish embassy! I’m nervous, I’m confident, and I’m booked for Georgetown, ready to charm (or maybe just not panic) my way into a visa. My flight’s scheduled, my Airbnb is all set up, and now it’s just me, a…

🌍 So, You Want to Move to Sweden or another Nordic Country? Here’s the Scoop on Relocating to the Land of Fika and Fjords! 🇸🇪 If you’re among the growing crowd looking to trade American hustle for Swedish balance, you’ve probably wondered, “How does one actually do this?” Well, here’s a reality check: moving to…

A practical guide to navigating the Swedish residence permit process from application to approval, without losing your sanity. You’ll learn how to choose the right permit type, organize your documents, submit your application online, handle biometric appointments, and manage the wait with patience and clarity. This guide is grounded in real experience and links directly…

When I decided to move to Sweden to be with my husband, I imagined documenting a romantic new chapter—filled with charming Swedish customs, cozy fika moments, and strolls through quaint, cobblestone streets. Instead, I’ve somehow become the star of a gripping tale called The Great Wait. What started as a blog to share my adventures…

Alright, folks, time to get personal (and maybe a bit dramatic). I’ve dipped my toes in Swedish waters before—short visits, no sweat. My old boss was as chill as a Swedish summer day. But now, with a new management crew at the helm, my dreams of long-term remote work in Sweden got the big ol’…
