Futura Pre-School (and another great find)
Maggie started preschool (again), this time at Futura in Danderyd. It’s an English-speaking school conveniently located near the British school (where Jonah’s attending) close to home. There are 4 teachers, 2 women and 2 men, yes men! That would be unusual in the States but here in Sweden you see men doing every kind of job—whether you’re a doctor or a garbage collector, you can make a good living wage with health benefits.
I spent three days, just as I did at Vittra, helping to transition Maggie. Occasionally she’d turn to me and ask things like, “Why are you still here Mom?” I was wondering the same thing on day 2 when it was obvious to everyone she was absolutely fine without me, but this was Swedish protocol. Also protocol, we were only allowed to stay for two hours, (so as not to overwhelm her). As we dressed to leave she asked, “Why are they kicking me out?”
Nevertheless, she loves the school, and her new helmet for recess. Helmets are mandatory for going outside to sled because the ice is so hard one fall could knock a kid out cold. I wish you could see these 3 and 4 year-olds dress themselves in their thick snowsuits, top of the line Gortex boots, hats, gloves and helmets…it’s astounding. Look at the fun they’re having taking this hill on their butt slides. (No, it’s not 5pm, it’s the lightest part of the day 11:00-12:30.)
I can’t stop taking pictures out our windows. I didn’t grow up around water so please pardon my intense fascination. I am constantly amazed how the colors of the ocean change hour by hour with the reflection of the clouds and sun.
For a while there was ice forming on the Baltic but then it melted and now, slowly, it’s starting to take shape again, thin rafts, drifting. Our Swedish neighbors are anxious for the ice to form so they can go ice- skating.
Here’s a shot of the tree that greets me every morning. I’m not zooming in, it’s that close, right outside our bedroom window. No matter what the weather, even if it’s gloomy and dark, the tree looks like it’s lit up with sunshine because of the unique reddish bark. It’s my “be happy” tree.Our lastest, and greatest find (aside from the pool), has been Monrad’s in Djursholm. Cooper and I went there for lunch and discovered, like most local businesses in small Swedish towns, it does double duty as a restaurant and fishmonger. You could smell the fish when you first walked in and to be honest, it was a little off-putting, but I’m glad we stayed. It was just the kind of atmosphere I like: tables with candles and crisp white linens, a cozy leather couch and settee in the center, if you prefer, Vintage Modern décor, with pieces you’d find at Restoration Hardware or Pottery Barn, like the large iron chandelier–the centerpiece of the room.
The food was outstanding. Our lunch, grilled pike perch, was flanked by a generous amount of pureed carrot and warm cabbage-bacon salad. Every bite melted in your mouth, (no doubt bathed in butter). I would have skipped dessert, should have, but the staff was so gracious and the atmosphere so relaxing, (plus there was no hurry to go back out in the cold), we shared a Crème Brule, served up with a delicate glass of diced mangos. It was a 4-star dining experience at a 2-star price, without the hassle of traveling into the city to look for parking. Next time we go, (and there will be a next time) I’m going to investigate their wall of jarred chutneys and jams and see about buying some fresh fish to bring home…then again, it’s so much nicer when someone else does the cooking.