Stockholm diaries

North By Northwest

Story by María Solares

"It’s a hippier version of Rosendal’s Trädgarden", said Marta when she suggested paying a visit to Rosenhill. That was a no brainer. Laundry was changed to 7 am and all other plans were cancelled.

On Saturday around noon, we took a bus headed northwest, to Ekerö, a place far enough to get the feeling of escaping the city for a day. On the way, along with the changing landscape, we enjoyed our typical conversation. A bunch of tourists got off at Drottningholm Palace but we continued to Rosenhill, which may be far from royalty, but it is still a gem. A short walk lead to an open space where the presence of a red building dominated the scene of greenhouses and fields in full bloom.

 

 

This "traditional family farm" is also a café and a musteri. At the shop you can buy a fresh array of organic vegetables, along with some pantry staples such as honey, mustard or pickles. 

After a long while picking flowers and choosing ingredients for our dinner, back home we were busy enjoying the fruits of our labour. Vegetables were slowly roasted in the oven, while kale was prepared and mixed with red onion pickles for a fantastic salad. The conversation kept going, and late at night we said goodbye with both our bellies and our hearts full. 

Gamla Orangeriet

Gamla Orangeriet by Marta Vargas

Since I moved to Stockholm, I try to follow a self-imposed rule which is "Saturdays are for discoveries", because this city neve ceases to amaze me and, after almost two years living here, I still discover beautiful places I never heard of before.

That's the case of Gamla Orangeriet, a café located in the botanic garden of Stockholm. We found it accidentally in one of our Saturday walks around Bergianska Trädgården and, since then, it's one of my favorites. 

At the end, is this feeling of the unknown which keeps me sticked to waking up on a Saturday morning, grabbing my coat and leaving home. And how wouldn't it be if at the end of the journey there's a café in a greenhouse waiting for me?

Bring Me to the North

I woke up feeling delighted. The blinds were drawn but, in between the cracks, a dim light flood the entire room. Barefoot on the wooden floor, I walked till the window and with two fingers I separated the sheets of the blind, enough for finding an awesome picture: everything was covered in a fine mist that didn't let me see beyond the trees surrounding the house, creating a mystical atmosphere.

Without even taking off our pajamas, we dressed on our coats and left home. 

We walked around the house immersed in a silence that was only interrupted by the flow of a stream and the crunch of the frozen leaves below our boots.

We walked into the forest, following paths the fog made endless, and crossed a frozen field to be closer to a group of horses we saw from the distance. At that moment, holding my camera with frozen hands and staring at them, I strongly felt it, again: what you are looking for, exists.

Celebrating Midsommar on an Island

Midsommar-Grinda-Marta-Vargas-00

So far, the thing I wanted to do the most this year was to celebrate Midsommar, one of Sweden's most cherished traditions to welcome summer, so when they asked me if I wanted to celebrate it in an island, I didn't even had to think my answer. After some cold months of waiting, the day finally arrived, so a group of friends and strangers –who were about to not being strangers anymore– met in a boat to an island called Grinda.

During the three hour journey, with the sun warming our cheeks and going through the archipelago landscape, on that boat you could feel a joy which remained with us during the three-day retreat at the idyllic island, living in red wooden houses on the middle of the ocean, dancing, swimming in the sea, making flower crowns and enjoying the calm while the daylight never ended.