Fourth of July in Sweden!

We did the impossible folks. We held a successful American celebration on foreign soil. We gathered everyone we knew in Sweden (with some guests from Iceland by way of Copenhagen too!) and held a bar-b-q at the park behind our apartment. All of the Californians made it (all 40 or so of them) and there was hot dogs and hamburgers abound. I even whipped up some awesome baked beans, which are not sold here! We played some Kubb (a swedish lawn game, which I actually played in Michigan about a year ago at an O'Neill family gathering), racquetball, some football (the real kind) and some football (the other kind).

My favorite part of the evening was when we convinced one of the Swedes, Daniel, that the best way to eat a Smore is to shove it all in your mouth at once. We told him it was the American way. haha. You should know that Swedes eat hamburgers and pizza with a fork and knife... I dont think they enjoy getting messy!

When the sun finally went down, (around midnight) we gathered everyone, which was a miracle in itself, and walked over to the Stadsparken (The City Park) to set off some fireworks. Now, these arent your typical, buy at the side of the road in the states, fireworks. Blake bought these (legally) and they were incredible. Almost like something the city of Seattle or Detroit would set off. I would say our fireworks show rivaled that of a small towns.

Apparently the whole town heard them, and one of the barisstas this morning asked one of the Californians if he was part of the group setting of fireworks at midnight on Friday. Ha! Success!