When summer vacation feels like a dream you read about in a poem.
Hej hej! I'm currently on week 4 out of 5 in Herräng. I've been swinging and partying and bitching about the shitty summer weather (sometimes it decides to be sunny and 20˚C which now feels warm but right now it's raining). I've really started nailing the Swedish accent which is hilarious. Staying at Herräng for all five …
My annual disappearance into the Swedish countryside.
I would love to say that I haven't been updating because I've been super busy, but that wouldn't be true.
Instead of thinking about the shit storm that was 2016, I'm just gonna reminisce about all the cool places I got to visit! Hooray for navel-gazing oblivion!
Some people want to travel forever, but after a month and a half of country-hopping, I am more than happy to be back home in Poland.
Three hours north of Stockholm, the sleepy town of Herräng multiplies hundred-fold every July as people from all over the world flock there for summer dance camp. Yes, that's right, summer camp, but for grown-ups. The magic of summer camp is not in what you do, or the weather, or the long days and short …