of Stockholm and unsensible shoes
It’s time for another mid-week vacation. Buckle up, ladies and gents!
Last time I spun you a story of our escape to Copenhagen. As rip-roaring a time as it was, we weren’t nearly ready to go home yet.
So we hopped the train to Stockholm, peering out the window again with wide saucer eyes, this time at the dense banks of skinny trees crowding together like bundles of arrows. Our trees in Holland are sickly symbolic gestures planted by the municipality, and I’ve always pitied their quality of life, poor things. But these Swedish wilderness trees were having a jolly good time being trees, and it was contagious.
Once we arrived, we settled into a familiar routine playing connect the dots with espresso bars circled on our map, but this time on foot.
Every other block, the Man stopped to sigh over that frame! that saddle! that crank!
Picking through the hip SoFo area, we uncovered a guitar shop selling sexy vintage Gibsons and a charity thrift shop with one “normal” entrance and one “vintage” entrance leading down into a cellar treasure trove.
After trekking between what seemed like the four corners of the universe, my feet began to grumble inside my unsensible shoes, so we stopped to fuel up on some num vegetarian fare. We were tickled by the hot lunch culture — at 13 o’clock on a weekday, we were surrounded by businessmen, construction workers, and other locals taking a leisurely break from their work.
Later that day we stopped for a bite at a vegan 50’s-style diner situated RIGHT across from a tattoo parlor. After all the quirky, delicate tattoos I’d been admiring on the Swedish city girls, I was suddenly hit by the raw impulse to toss aside my hummus sandwich and go get inked. We were scraping the bottom of our kronor reserves, so it didn’t happen, but it was a very close call.
On our last afternoon, we moseyed past the diplomat quarter along the harbor until we came to this amazing museum. We explored the four storeys built up around the Vasa, a massive ship built at the height of the Swedish empire’s naval glory. In a turn of tragic irony, it sank in the harbor on the very day it was launched in 1628. It lay on the bottom of the harbor, preserved by an icy fresh-water current, until it was discovered by divers in 1961.
Where are you headed for your next adventure?