It was a snowy January day when she asked me, “Wanna go to Scandinavia for the weekend?” “But it’s winter there!” I protested. “It’s winter here, too. What’s the diff?” I shrugged. She had a point. “Fine. I’ll go.” Moments later, six girls booked a flight. When I would mention to friends where we were going, I’d laugh and bat a hand when they made requests for Swiss cheese and Swiss chocolates and even recommended that I buy a watch. Clearly, they hadn’t grown up watching the Swedish chef on Sesame Street like I had and therefore were unaware of […]