I know the ratio; one Swedish krona is about 15 cents U.S. Given a minute’s time I can estimate the approximate cost of things for sale, but the fast transactions of every day don’t give me time to think. A hundred krona bill’s worth fifteen bucks. They don’t go far. Change returned after paying for two coffees and a couple pasties is a few one krona coins, maybe a five, and a ten krona. I love the ten krona coins, they’re thick and weighty—89% copper, 5% aluminum, 5% zink and a shot of tin . . . worth a buck fifty.
I need to get beyond converting krona to U.S. dollars . . . to forget about dollars completely and develop a sense of worth for these strange coins and bills. I suspect this will take some time. The paper money comes in various sizes, some larger and some smaller than the dollar.
That’s Jenny Lind, ‘The Swedish Nightingale’ on the fifty.
Tomorrow I will go to sign up for language lessons. I think I am entitled to fifteen one hour sessions. Though badly needed I am not looking forward to them. I have taken classes in Spanish (3 times), German (Once. I dropped out.) Italian (Dropped out) and Japanese (Twice). As a result of all these trying hours I can ask what time it is in Spanish, say your sister is attractive in Italian, order sushi and ask for the bill in Japanese. Language and math have never been easy for me. Maybe this time I’ll be forced to learn. I would make my life a lot easier. My son in law has thought me the basic Swedish swear words, but it’s hard to get by with those.