Up and at 'em frightfully early today for an 8am dental cleaning before starting the rest of the day in earnest. An interesting time while there in any case.
The hygienist, it turns out, is third generation Swedish-American (her grandmother came the the USA as a very young woman in 1941), and she spent quite a bit of time in Sweden as a girl and teenager. Needless to say, we had lots to talk about as we compared notes. When there were not cleaning tools or suction in my mouth that is.
We also laughed about the good natured rivalry between Norway, where I once lived and studied, and neighboring Sweden. Not unlike our own Minnesota versus neighboring Wisconsin.
When possible, we even spoke a little Swedish during the procedure. Always fun to stretch my language muscles when the opportunity presents itself.
I have had more interesting linguistic and cultural experiences at this particular dental clinic than any other. And in Mid-Michigan of all places. Who would have thought? Finns and a few Swedes settled in the Upper Peninsula, but very few down here around Lansing. You just never know.
Heinz-Ulrich
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