Every midsummer, the Swedish community of Warsaw gathers at Jan and Ewa's, eh, house(?) to more or less nostalgically celebrate roots and traditions. Antonia and I chose to disregard the nostalgia and instead focus on the features of the, eh, house(?). Specifically, on one of its fountains.
The water was spectacularly wet and the appeal of the fountain absolutely overwhelming, in case you wonder why my clothes keep changing in the pics that follow. Toshia, on the other hand, didn't manage to get herself soaked, despite valiant attempts. I tried to be of assistance, but alas, she remained relatively dry throughout the night.
The past couple of years (ok, my only couple of years), I've celebrated
midsummer in Grönhögen. There we're talking bigtime traditions and active folklore. But you know what? I bet the singing and dancing around the pole was even more enthusiastic here in Warsaw.
And here, it's not only people with small kids who join in the singing. Actually, I think most of them (mom definitely) may have just used us minors as an excuse to get to jump around the pole like little frogs. That kind of behaviour is otherwise not necessarily a socially acceptable among adults, or so I gather.
Another guy who totally was a child at heart was the piano player, one of Polands best. Whenever he didn't play the piano, he played with us kids. Actually, even when he played the piano, he played with us kids. I had no idea I was that good at Chopin, but really, I have to say I totally rocked, in a classical sort of way.
The water was spectacularly wet and the appeal of the fountain absolutely overwhelming, in case you wonder why my clothes keep changing in the pics that follow. Toshia, on the other hand, didn't manage to get herself soaked, despite valiant attempts. I tried to be of assistance, but alas, she remained relatively dry throughout the night. 
The past couple of years (ok, my only couple of years), I've celebrated midsummer in Grönhögen. There we're talking bigtime traditions and active folklore. But you know what? I bet the singing and dancing around the pole was even more enthusiastic here in Warsaw.
And here, it's not only people with small kids who join in the singing. Actually, I think most of them (mom definitely) may have just used us minors as an excuse to get to jump around the pole like little frogs. That kind of behaviour is otherwise not necessarily a socially acceptable among adults, or so I gather. 
Another guy who totally was a child at heart was the piano player, one of Polands best. Whenever he didn't play the piano, he played with us kids. Actually, even when he played the piano, he played with us kids. I had no idea I was that good at Chopin, but really, I have to say I totally rocked, in a classical sort of way.
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