Yes, I know that it’s been a while since I posted about my trip. I plan on getting caught up on my posts about the cities throughout the next week, though. I leave for a short trip to Ukraine next weekend and I still have half of my last trip to cover, so I have some marathon-ing to do. Today, I will be doing a recap of Stockholm, which is one of my favorite cities of all time.
The sun was just rising over the city as we were getting off the ferry the morning we arrived in Sweden. I think hardly anyone else even noticed it; they were all absorbed in the scurry of getting off the ship and boarding their touring buses for a day of touring doing touristy things, things that generally don’t involve watching the sun come up. Why watch the sunrise on vacation? It rises everywhere and everyday. What’s so special about watching it rise somewhere else if you don’t even care about it rising at home? Isn't vacation about relaxing and seeing as many sights possible, not watching the sunrise? What’s so special about the sun and a new day?
They missed out. And so did my camera, seeing as it’s battery was quite dead that whole first day we were in Stockholm, which means I have no photo documentations of my adventures that day. I walked around Old Town, used a restroom that was for both men and women (it was a bit of a surprise to see men and women using the same set of sinks and walking through the same set of stalls- Russians don’t even do that), went on a walk at a park down by the water while most of the group went to a museum I’d been to before with my fam, climbed a tree, played on the ice, watched people run (note: one thing I love about Sweden is how fit everyone is. Seriously, everyone there seems to be in shape. Everyone exercises and gets out. I saw old people running, I saw moms pushing strollers and running, I saw university kids running, I saw middle-aged men running. I think everyone in Sweden must run; I saw them all there running at the park.), and ate some cereal and soy milk which I had purchased at a very Swedish grocery store. It was a very good day.
Day two was quite wonderful as well. I saw more of beautiful Stockholm...
...and the narrow, cobble streets of its cool Old Town...
...Searched out a place where I could order some very delicious ham-banana-curry pizza that I had to practice the tiny bit of Swedish I know to order. How is it that I could understand a majority of the signs that I read in Sweden, but had to spend five minutes trying to explain that I wanted a pizza with ham, banana, and curry? It really is crazy how the seperate (reading, writing, speaking, listening) of a language can be as far as one's ability to comprehend or perform goes..
The pizza was definitely worth having to work through the language barrier.
...And watched the sun set back on Stockholm as our fery pulled away that night...
1 comment:
Looks like so much fun. Wish I could be there to adventure with you. Love you.
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