Ett år i sverige*
*minus a few months here and there. One year ago today I was sat on the M25 with Mum and Tom, cursing the standstill traffic as time ticked ever closer to my departure for Stockholm. The block was removed and cars started moving, clearing the way for me to start my Swedish adventure (aka my PhD). Time is a crazy thing. Looking back on those first few weeks here, living with a Swedish/Cuban couple in Årstaberg (which I hadn't the foggiest how to pronounce), exploring Stockholm through the eyes of a tourist, trying desperately to learn the names of the countless new faces that were welcoming me to the department and attempting to hide my complete lack of knowledge on all things glacial, seems like an age ago. Yet, I really can't fathom how it has been 12 months already. I still get puzzled looks when I try to tell a Swede a new place I'm exploring that weekend and I continue to pretend to know much more about proglacial sediments and their associated landforms than I fee...