Dreams of Grandjour

26 Aug

I’m in Sweden and it’s decidedly different than Iceland.

mostly because of the sun
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 our watches beep at the same time

we’re so close that our watches beep at the same time.

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.

There is straight up music in the streets

music in the streets tried to distract me from visiting 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.

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:

once again, the sun.

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,

9 Responses to “Dreams of Grandjour”

  1. Andrew B. Travis August 26, 2013 at 12:31 am #

    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….

  2. Russell Poole August 26, 2013 at 4:27 pm #

    That silly street music. It should know it doesn’t have a chance. Great post! Fun facts!

    • Sammi Travis August 28, 2013 at 4:40 pm #

      i love that you read my blog. and the facts. its such a compliment.

  3. cef August 26, 2013 at 6:27 pm #

    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?

    • Sammi Travis August 28, 2013 at 4:42 pm #

      ceffy, I cant wait to collaborate on a post with you. — you’re such a literary (and travel?!) enhancer.

      • Sammi Travis August 28, 2013 at 4:43 pm #

        (and photo enhancer too?? I daresay Im not dreaming too big)

  4. Jerry Pitts August 27, 2013 at 10:56 pm #

    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

    • Sammi Travis August 28, 2013 at 4:48 pm #

      you guys are just the sweetest. I love you very, berry much. 🙂

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