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Packing for the Past (with SPF and Vibes)

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Packing for Medieval Week in Visby should feel like preparing for a grand historic reenactment.

Layers of linen. A travel-sized lute. Maybe a handcrafted belt pouch stitched with ancestral runes.

But here’s the truth: I’m bringing… a fanny pack.

I mean, maybe I’ll throw in a costume. I haven’t decided yet.

Which feels extremely on-brand for me.

Instead, I’m packing like a chaotic time traveler with an uneven Wi-Fi signal, a strong sense of ancestral connection, and no clue what I’ll be wearing when I meet my foremothers in the streets of Visby.

🧳 What’s actually in my bag:

✅ Sunscreen – because I descend from Scandinavian seafarers, not salamanders

✅ Fanny pack + Fjällräven backpack- she’s not historically accurate, but she’s always prepared

✅ Ibuprofen – for sore feet, preemptive crying at ancient ruins, and dramatic mood swings under the moon

✅ Chargers – for my phone, backup battery, emotional support TikToks

🧥 Possibly a costume – I haven’t chosen one. I might not. But something vaguely witchy or wandering-mystic might sneak in last minute. You’ll know it when you see it.

That’s it. That’s the list.

No linen inventory. No sword. Just SPF and vibes. And a downloaded DNA report in case I need to prove to a Gotland ghost that I belong here. Get your own report here

I’m not trying to be the most historically accurate person at Medieval Week.

I’m trying to feel something.

I’m trying to touch the past with one hand and hold a fully charged phone in the other.

And maybe—just maybe—I’ll figure out what to wear by the time I get there.

🇸🇪 Swedish Word of the Day: “väska”

Väska (noun) – bag, backpack, or suitcase

Used in a sentence:

I min väska finns det bara det viktigaste: solkräm, laddare och lite för mycket känslor.

(In my bag are only the essentials: sunscreen, chargers, and too many feelings.)

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About the author

Hej! I’m Jenny —an American transplant who traded Southern humidity for Swedish mist, medieval ruins, and a deep appreciation for fika. I write from the perspective of someone discovering Sweden with wide-eyed wonder (and occasionally confused awe). From folklore and forest hikes to Viking bones and modern quirks, I’m on a journey to understand this beautiful, baffling country—and to tell its stories along the way.

Come wander with me—lagom pace, heart full of wanderlust!