Easter is a great time to…um…I’m drawing a blank. Nothing happens on the five-day weekend except herring eating, and herring is never great. In the small town we’re headed to, everything closes through Monday. The main event for the weekend is the Easter meal on Saturday. After a long Friday (called Long Friday in Swedish), you’re ready for any kind of action on Saturday. What you get is a meal of eggs and herring - a raw, slimy fish served cold and often in a variety of sauces aimed to divert your attention from the cold, raw slimy-ness. That meal doesn’t do it for me. You then have the rest of Saturday to… yeah, there’s nothing. Nothing’s really open. Nothing going on. Then you have all day Sunday and, as if you needed it, Monday is a holiday here as well.
I’m never more excited about work as on Tuesday morning after Easter. I’ll do anything. Just no more free time please.