Last night was Walpurgis Night … in Sweden. Not only are there bonfires, but also … most town and cities have their choires and they will gather on the main square to sing songs about Spring. Härnösand … «my» little town, is no exception and it has now been eight years since I stood there, on the main square, listening to all those familiar songs. That, last time, it was a little more emotional than usual — I knew I was going to leave both Härnösand and Sweden a few days later …for Canada. They always finish with the national anthem, and that was really special, but still … it was like the full notion of what I was about to do — the plunge I was about to take — hadn’t really dawned on me. The excitement was too great. It would take quite some time for it to sink in … that I was in a foreign country, where I didn’t even speak the language [Quebec]. Even though I’d been told time after time, that it was only French in Quebec, I’d lived with some kind of illusion that I’d get by with English … at least amongst the young people.
Anyway … this last Walpurgis night, after going out for dinner with friends, my SIL and I drove up on the mountain … we stood there, looking out over the city … watched the bonfires burning here and there. I didn’t have a camera then, but I took some pictures from the same spot, when I was home now this last Fall.
Walpurgis Night is usually really nice, because Spring has sprung, all is lush and green, but I have experienced Walpurgis when it snowed so hard that they could hardly light the bonfires. A lot of partying is going on that night too … 1st of May is a holiday, so they have time to recuperate, before going back to work. Many people tend to party somewhat … differently there compared to here.