Ana Raab


During the summer of 2016, I traveled overseas completely on my own for the first time. Over the course of seven weeks, I wandered through Scandinavia exploring the Swedish heritage of my grandmother, made my way to Berlin by train, and confronted the stark beauty of Iceland—stretching myself along the way.

Follow my past and current journeys here.

Stefan & Ulla

Could their names be any more Swedish?! Warmly welcomed to their home in the small town of Fengersfors in southwest Sweden, Stefan and his wife Ulla immediately took me in with wide-open arms. Their small red wooden house is tucked away at the end of a dirt driveway, nestled along with four others (one of which is home to Stefan's 95-year-old father!). Virtually every house in the Swedish countryside is painted red or yellow, with almost no exceptions. In the three days I've been here, they've home-cooked almost every meal (which is a testament to their kind hearts with my extensive food allergies!), driven us around for hours tracking down old family gravestones and generally been just the loveliest of people -- as is every Swede I've met. They've made my time in Fengersfors feel like a home away from home.