yellow and blue

I went to IKEA again. I really really like it there. There is something so comforting about seeing the name of the tiny town where my mom grew up on a foot stool.

And then there is the smell when you enter the pick-up area. Cinnamon and cut wood, two things close to the hearts of my people. The air from the cafeteria must travel a funny way though.

Today a Swedish woman was standing next to the frozen food, telling random Americans that the Swedish word for salmon is "lax". They were not overly interested. (There was indeed salmon in the frozen food section, along with the meatballs and flatbread.)

When you leave, this is what you see.
It's odd to see the IKEA logo in yellow and blue. When I was growing up it was always red and white. I think it still is in Sweden. Maybe you don't have to be nationalistic when you are actually there.

Hej då. Bye bye.