As promised, the Midsummer celebration was worth every minute we spent getting from southeast Asia to northern Sweden. The Engstrom family is wonderful, the food was delicious and plentiful, the drink was free flowing and the maypole was beautiful and well – eh-hem – well hung?
As Martin pointed out here, the celebration seems to be an ancient fertility rite. As you can see from our beautiful maypole, the earth must have been one satisfied mother.
Once the pole is erected, tradition dictates that you dance around it to a variety of diffferent songs that are accompanied with different moves. The lyrics of said songs are mostly jiberish (it’s all jiberish to me, as I haven’t learned to understand a word of Swedish yet), but I leapt like a frog and stomped my feet with the best of ‘em.
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