I’m in Sweden and it’s decidedly different than Iceland.
23°C has turned me into a skateboarder/poser.
Pat (that punk I dated in 8th grade) would probably still not be impressed.
Maybe it’s my form.
Anyway, a girl friend of mine has joined me (and since departed) for a portion of Sweden: Two weeks ago Katie Kuhn and I were boarder-line strangers who had gone to high school together. We briefly connected at Paneras in December (you know I have epiphanies there) and now
we’re so close that our watches beep at the same time.
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Sweden (vs Iceland) is all about its cities; Stockholm, Kalmar, Lund, Gothemburg. I purchased a Stockholm card to get the most out of my experience. You pay a set price and receive unlimited access to over 200 attractions — a three day marathon of metro rides, museums, boat tours, castles, parks, and gardens. It was worth the money and I was happily frantic, engrossed, studying maps, running around, and fitting everything in.
music in the streets tried to distract me from visiting every.single.museum in Stockholm
Most interesting were the places that housed Nobel events: The Nobel Museet (where I learned that ALL the award money, including the festivities themselves, are funded solely off of the interest of moneys left by Alfred Nobel in his will), The Stadshuset (where I leaned that the award dinner has a schedule down to the second . Waiters train for years for this event. If they get nervous – even moments before they are to work – a replacement server has already been trained to step in.), Kulture Huset (where I learned that The King of Sweden actually bows to each Nobel Laureate). I could have spent all day at each exhibit.
Stockholm is especially dignified.
From the capitol city I went south, ate some delicious Swedish meatballs, and drove the coast of Swedens diaper (I wish I was kidding. Perhaps the abundance of active farms explains ‘that’ smell? As a farmer I don’t think so. But I’ll give Sweden the benefit of the doubt). From south I went west, saw the stunning fjords, walked along beaches, and ended up in Gothemburg where I am now being treated like royalty:
still, the weather.
I have lots of planning to do over the next few weeks — a post in each country seems like a reasonable goal. There’s a strong chance you can influence my travels if you despise the song Whisky Lullaby as much as I do.
meatball kisses,
‘mi
Adventuresam 
Thanks for the post. It’s always great to read about your adventures and to see pics of you and the places you write about. Stay well and keep having fun. Love….
thanks deek!
That silly street music. It should know it doesn’t have a chance. Great post! Fun facts!
i love that you read my blog. and the facts. its such a compliment.
Excellent post; hard to go wrong with arm shots and architecture. What do they do with the failed waiters? Dynamite? bury them next to a willow tree? Oh wait, are you in Sweden or Syria?
ceffy, I cant wait to collaborate on a post with you. — you’re such a literary (and travel?!) enhancer.
(and photo enhancer too?? I daresay Im not dreaming too big)
Thanks ! It is good to see you out and about still having fun and sharing yourself with others which everybody loves including Kathy and myself, we miss you and your smiley face. Think of you often !!! Love Jerry and Kathy
you guys are just the sweetest. I love you very, berry much. 🙂