Wednesday, May 14, 2008
It also means we have to pack. Packing what we originally brought is simple. Packing the added things (though we tried to keep them to a minimum) is another story--maybe one to be covered here at a later date.
The worst part is that I don't have time to write. This is not good because I'm about five major subjects behind.
There was my getting to ring the bell at a cathedral.
The stay in a cottage reminiscent of Carl Larsson.
More sights in Malmo and much more.
Therefore, even after I'm back on U.S. soil, sleeping in my own bed (something I look forward to)
and visiting my daughters, family and friends, there will still be pieces written about Sweden.
Until then, drop me a line. Let me know what you think of the articles so far. Tell me what is missing (or what you want more of). Tell me you're out there. (Of course, my mother continues to read every post as soon as it comes out--Thanks, Mom!)
Friday, May 9, 2008
Already the narrow roads and two lane highways within the tiny peninsula we live near are filling up with cars from outside of
Regularly, I see people rolling luggage up tiny walkways to a previously quiet house. The parking lot we have parked in for strolls up and down our favorite beach (also to look for amber) now carries a fee for parking. We can stroll the beach, but we may want to take our loaner bikes. In the evening, the restaurant parking lots are full of cars compared to winter (their parking lots are small compared to restaurant parking in the
The weather has been cooperating with the influx of summer dwellers, too. It is obvious that these people have discovered the most beautiful time to live in
Most homes built near the “
The size of a badhytt is approximately three meters square by two and a half meters high. In some places the color and shape of the roof and tiny porch is regulated. I’ve seen various colors of badhytts, but white, barn red and mustard yellow predominate, like they do among residences.
The regulations for owning one of these prime pieces of property and “housing” are strangely strict. Currently, there are supposed to be no more pieces of beach-land- on-or-behind-a-berm available for new badhytts. If there were, however, the land would cost from 10,000 to 40,000 kronor (divide by six to get an approximate value in dollars in 2008). To buy an already existing hut and land costs about the same. The median price is between 10,000 and 15,000 kroner. It is also possible to acquire a badhytt with the purchase of a home. Homes on and around this Swedish Riviera are considered the most expensive in all of Sweden, though I’m certain there are other ritzy places on other beaches near Gothenberg, Stockholm and other such places. (If I tell people who live elsewhere than this peninsula that I live in Hollviken, eyebrows raise—but I know people who got in when the prices were low and live fairly carefully without fitting in the rich person scheme.)
Once a family owns a badhytt, they must keep them a long time, because I’ve heard many people say, “My father has had this one for [25, 35, etc.] years.” But the badhytts are not handed down from generation to generation unless as inheritance.
What does one do with a badhytt? I’m told you store your beach chairs in them; use them as changing rooms (they are simply four walls, nothing fancy, no plumbing); use them to enjoy the sea and the sand, but to get out of the sun for awhile; use them as a party point where the food is kept while everyone plays in the sea; use them to lock up your things while you are jet-skiing, windsurfing, boating and the like. You are not at all to live in them. When a Swede uses the English word, “live,” it means anything from staying the night to permanence.
Certain nights of the year, your badhytt is in danger of vandalism. These nights are Valporg’s Night (April 30), Midsummer’s Eve (June 21st or soon thereafter), the Eve of and
What kind of vandalism can one expect? Porches and doors torn off, windows broken, graffiti and the like. Teenagers and college aged students tear off portions of these huts to prove their strength, as well as to fuel their beach fires as they party into the night. There are probably happenings in those huts that my informants are not telling me. Some of them were young once, too. Swedes do not visit their badhytts these nights. They don’t stand guard. They obey the law and don’t “live” in their huts. They simply go down the next day, assess the damage, then make the necessary repairs. My physical therapist said it is not common to have to make repairs every year, maybe once every five or ten years. Do the students keep track of which huts they took apart each year, I wonder?
It is difficult not to perceive the Swedes turning their backs and ignoring the destruction from local youths as a kind of purposeful covering of eyes and ears. Swedes don’t spank. Swedes don’t find their youth guilty of any crime on those special nights, only the irresistible crimes of passion, which are to be understood. It is difficult for a foreigner to understand. It is especially difficult to understand when
Nevertheless, the time has come for barbeques at the badhytts, for time spent at the sea in less than the usual wind-blocking garb. These little huts grace the curved edges of the sea. They leave room for us to find the washed-up treasures of the sea at all times of the day. It’s my only hope that I get an invite to a BBQ at one of the badhytts of my friends before we leave!