Scandophilia

So everyone knows there is something called Anglophilia, and there's Francophilia and Europhilia, but there seems to be little on Scandophilia, which is odd, because I think I might be a Scandophile.

It's not some pervy thing, I just really like Scandinavia, or should it be Nordophilia to be a bit more technically correct? Either way they both sound like dirty sex diseases, so maybe I should stop using those terms.

I don't know what it is about these countries I like so much. As an impoverished student I buy things in TKMaxx as they are cheap, and you can get some great bargains in there. Though it does seem that every time I go in I pick something by a Scandinavian designer. I coveted Danish Duckfeet boots for so long I spent £150 on a pair in Copenhagen! I'm even learning Danish for Gods sake! However, it's been a life-long obsession of mine, to the extent that when I was 13 I tried to teach myself Swedish, it didn't work, evidently.

 I mean, I speak perfectly adequate Spanish, but I don't have the same love for it as Danish. I like the people, the food, the design, the weather, the language, the lifesyle, the scenery, the history, the colours, everything pretty much.

I'm not the only one in my family to be like this. My elder cousin lives in Copenhagen with his lady friend and adorable son, despite coming from Newcastle. Though perhaps that's not surprising. The North East seems to share a lot of cultural and lingustic similarities with Scandinavia, linguistically less than Cumbria, but I think culturally there is a lot of cross over. Logically it's not far to go at all to Norway and vice versa, so it becomes inevitable that there will be a cultural exchange, so perhaps it's more appealing for Geordies to to North East rather than to London. Who knows.

Hopefully I shall be heading over that way within a few weeks, fingers crossed.