In the winter of 2005 i spent two weeks in Ostersund, Sweden visiting a good buddy, Chris Rodgers. To say the least, it was pretty ligit. We chased moose around on skis, raced the Milkoloppet in Ostersund, chopped firewood for the guys Rodgers lived with, and traveled to Trondheim, Norway for a day to ski on those trails.
So, i get over there and meet Chris at the airport, when he said “Hi.”, i barely understood him. He wasn’t throwin’ around his Vermon’ accent, but a pretty classic Midwestern accent. “Oh ya know, yeesss, zhee snoow izzz goood.” Then i realized, he had been speaking with those Swedes over there and had picked up their accent.
