In a few hours, I'm heading north. And I can't wait.
I will get to have time with some old friends - is there any better combination than traveling and seeing friends? Okay, maybe surf & turf. I feel relaxed and happy just thinking about it.
I am going to take a bazillion pictures. And some of them are going to beautiful.
I am going to listen to 600 hours of music.
I will take in a lot of beauty. If I recall correctly, the only thing more overwhelming than the "Venice of the North" is the people who live in it. Nice.
I'll feel short, but it will be worth it.
I'm going to eat salted licorice and pickled fish. If I can find it, I'm even going to eat Flying Jacob (I think that's what it's called... a casserole made with chicken, bananas and peanuts. I don't really like it, but it's really Swedish, so it just seems appropriate).
As I look forward to this, it makes me reflect again on what wonderful friends I have. I wish that I could load up the plane and take you all with me. I can't do that, but you can at least rest securely knowing that I will do everything in my power to take care of your share of the world's meatballs.
I promise.
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Ooooooo I LOVE Stolkholm! Definitely in the top five. When I was there I had to choose between seeing Toto or going to an opera in an 18th century opera house. Both rare opportunities, equally expensive but alas I decided, how good could Toto be at this stage of their career? Didn't one of them get a sex change? I realise this is faulty reasoning but 7 years later I stick to it.
If you take some really good pictures of man-purses and other more worthy things, I'll forgive you for not sticking me in your suitcase.
Hmmm... Toto or opera. Would be an easy call for me, sex change or not. Where did my eyebrows go? Rats, on the floor again.
And I will do my best for the pictures. They're forecasting cloud all week, which is a bit scary, but we're going sailing tomorrow, which should be really cool. As long as I don't drop the camera.
I got a "Stockholm" couch at Ikea on Saturday. There were no eyebrows on it.
I suppose that's for the best, really.
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