It's very peaceful because everything's closed! Except for the ubiquitous Starbucks where I am taking advantage of the free internet connection. (Unlike Edinburgh, where you had to pay for it.)
One of my favorite recurring SNL sketches involved Mike Myers as the cranky Scot owner of a shop called "All Things Scottish." The running joke was that people would regularly come in and ask for items that were not in any way Scottish.
So while yesterday’s stop at Starbucks was intentional (we were looking to score a free wifi connection), this morning’s patronage is due to the fact that nothing more ‘local’ was open.
It's not quite 10 pm, and Dr. Darling is already sawing logs. Evidently a full day of spending money indiscriminately was exhausting for the normally spendthrift Swede!
We've had a lovely first day so far?the weather was about as good as it gets this time of year. We took advantage of the sunshine and buzzed around the city a bit, both on foot and by double-decker bus. (The seat covers were tartan, naturally!)
So I?m sitting on the train home from work, mentally packing for tomorrow?s road-trip. And it just now occurs to me that my grand plan to ?liveblog? Edinburgh hinges entirely on me remembering to pack a UK adapter for my various power cables. Crikey!
No, the question mark in the entry title is not a typo. I'm definitely back in Sweden, but The Penthouse-Nordic bears a striking resemblance to an infirmary at the moment.
I'm not sure which was more stressful...travelling home from my office alone during rush hour last Friday, or navigating the crowds of Christmas shoppers in th city this afternoon.
Okay, so I had my Mom along as wing-man, but the two of us managed to get ourselves from Malmö to Hamstad by train without incident, save for a malfunctioning ticket machine and being bumped from 3 different seats by folks with reservations.
'The Mothership' and I are headed backdown to Malmö after a lovely two days in Stockholm...marred only by the fact that I was pickpocketed on a city bus on our way to Skansen this afternoon.
Other than a single, early navigation glitch, I managed to guide us directly to all of our planned destinations today...including the hotel. Dr. Darling AKA Magellan would have been so proud of me!
Greetings from the X2000, the Swedish rail system's"express train" to Stockholm. In this case, express means a four and a-half hour journey rather than a six hour one.
But it seems that getting out of O'Hare last night was a nightmare. She arrived at the international terminal with what she thought was documentation for an e-ticket, but the agents at the check-in desk said she should have been sent a paper one
Well, the rose is already off the bloom for the Swede regards her new job. After having an easy first day in which she was done with her route by 1:30 p.m., she go tagged to deliver two routes yesterday because of absences...
Because there's always a drunk guy on the train on the way home who dumps his beer (why are people allowed to bring open containers on board in the first place?) harasses female passengers, and lights up even though smoking is forbidden on board.
...a year after he rocked everybody else's apparently. An excerpt from this video recently turned up in a TV ad for a Swedish travel agent, and much like the "Superballs in San Francisco" Sony Bravia commercial, I CAN'T NOT WATCH IT when it comes on.
I've often said that I will have achieved my idea of financial nirvana when I can make the transatlantic flight between the US and Sweden on a first-class ticket without wincing. When I can do that, I will have "arrived."
I'm beginning to think that there's just no way for me to get home from Stockholm in under six hours regardless of which mode of transportation I take.
Not surprisingly, Mother Nature waited until I was up in Stockholm to grace Malmö with it's first real snow storm of the winter season.
Dr. Darling reports that there was not realy all that much accumulation, but high winds created some
I have, for most of my life, been a budget traveller. Some of the time this was out of necessity and other times it's just been a personal choice. (I can always find WAY more things I'd prefer to spend money on than a hotel room.)