In late November and early December, I made a few weekend trips with good
friends to Gdańsk, Poland and Gothenburg, Sweden.
Flights were cheap, so my friend, Yusong, and
I traveled to the small city of Gdańsk for three
full days. This allowed us to explore the streets slowly, to browse through the
amber shops, try many foods, and see one fascinating museum, without too much
of a rush.
Gdańsk is a city that surprised me; firstly, I felt a
connection to this place. Partly due to the fact that a majority of my
ancestors came from Poland, and
therefore Polish food and heritage is well loved by my family. Probably just me
being swept up in the fun of traveling, but I felt at home there and will
A few highlights
were, of course, eating two nights in a row at a restaurant specializing in
stuffed potatoes and trying strawberry stuffed perogies. There is something
utterly addicting about potatoes and dumplings. And most definitely when they
are combined into the classic perogie with fried bacon and onion.
I never expected sweet, strawberry perogies to taste so good.
streets are lined with thin, coloured buildings with curved roofs, and more
amber shops then you can count. Every street has something unique, whether it
is a street named “Beer Street” or left over patios from before WWII. This
small city is so rich in history, culture and sights. My favourite part of this
trip was learning more deeply about the history of Poland, and its role in WWII
and the fall of the Eastern Block. This city saw the
beginning and the end of the most tumultuous period of the 20th century. The
beginning of World War II started with the invasion of Poland and the attack on
the civilians of the Polish Post Office in Gdańsk. The Polish trade union, Solidarność (Solidarity), was founded in Gdańsk and was the
impetus for anti-communist movements all over the Eastern block. At the site of
the European Solidarity Museum, the fall of the Eastern Block began.
The colourful Gdańsk buildings.
Left over patios from the bombings during WWII.
Gdańsk shipyard and the location of the European Solidarity Museum.
Mariacka Street, home to the many amber shops.
This city has a past marred with hardship and hope, and it will always
be a city filled with history needing to be learned. Unforeseen insights like
this, is what I adore about visiting new places without expectations.
In the midst of the end of semester crunch, Alessa and I bussed up to
Gothenburg to experience its Christmas activities, including yet another
Christmas market. Gothenburg is located 230 kilometres up the west coast of
Sweden from Lund. It is best described as an industrial city, with its shores
lined with large cranes and factory buildings. Its more cultural streets are
paved by cobble stones and inviting doorways to cute shops and cafés, with the
odd church tower peaking out from the orange roofs.
Industrial waters edge of Gothenburg.
Starting our trip off, we walked along the waterline, looking at the
more industrial part of town. From there, we made our way toward a hill,
walking through the Haga District and past the Fish Church, in order to gain a
better view over the city.
The Fish Church, where you can buy all the fish that your heart desires.
The orange roofs of Gothenburg.
From here we headed toward the shopping streets of Gothenburg, stopping
at the Saluhallen (an indoor market) to try the many samples of Christmas
cookies, cheeses, meats and other foods. Finally, when evening rolled around,
we boarded a boat for a canal ride to the Christmas Market at Liseberg
Amusement Park. We listened to the history of Gothenburg as we ate pepparkakor and sipped on glögg (gingerbread cookies and Swedish mulled
wine) while floating down the canal, toward Liseberg.
Liseberg from the canal.
Early the next morning we took a brisk walk up a hilly community near
our hostel, to find Masthugg Church. It was so foggy that we couldn’t see the
city view from the church, or even the full church tower. Despite this, it was
a nice way to wake up before eating a dinner plate sized kanelbullar at Café
The delicious kanelbullar.
The many other gigantic Swedish treats that Café Husaren was selling.
To end this lovely weekend I raced home to have Christmas dinner and a Secret Santa party with my corridor mates. It was a very merry Margaretavegas
Christmas decorations set up in Margaretavegas by my corridor mates.
And this is the point where I ask myself: what is Supernatural really trying to do here?
Charlie was us. She was the part of this fandom that got integrated into the Winchester’s lives in a way that didn’t poke fun at her/us. She was queer. She was a nerd, she was a genius, she was a couch potato and an addict (to pop culture) and she was LOYAL. Like us. We have been there through Kevin. We’ve seen Bobby, Jo, Ellen, Ash, Lisa, Ben, fucking EVERYBODY
And we’ve still been there. We’ve been the Charlie to SPN. And when we finally got OUR Charlie, the nerd, the comedian, the hacker… she gets taken away from us.
And now, we’re stuck again with three sexually tense guys on the endless journey of pit-stops and dive-bars and yes, thats classic Supernatural and yes, that’s a Supernatural we’ve come to love but it is NOT the Supernatural we’ve come to be dragged. Back. To.
So really, what is Supernatural trying to do now? How far back is it going to go?