Pfingstenpause (an excuse to vacation) Part 2

Start with a Swedish breakfast in hotel, and upon leaving discover that my Palm Pilot died at one point during the trip up. 11 days to go and no palm to use. This contained appointment details, Ernst & Young locations, contact information, my German Dictionary, and some music to play if bored. Dead. (I can only hope it’s batteries and not water). Walk around, literally aimlessly. Find Ernst & Young, cross that off list of things to do, try ATM to take out cash and nearly have heart attack. Transaction failed and no cash came out, but it said that 1500 crowns was taken out of account—ahhh! (but I checked later and it was okay).
Sweden doesn’t take bottles back like Germany. You sell it, you should buy it back! Gamla Stan (Old Town), saw palace with purple and yellow flowers—Vikings Colors. Kept thinking “if I jump the fence, is that guard going to stab me? Ended up on wrong side of island bridge so I went to the southern city and not the part where I was staying. So I went to McDonald’s, sorry no McSalmon like a friend mentioned. 4 people in the day asked me for directions or thought I was Swedish! 4—cool. Next off to Carlaplan.
(and if anyone can tell me WHY I have multiple chins in this photo...? I could blame it on the german Wurst and Chocolate, but really, am I gaining weight?)


Thought I would find a big park, but just big field. I’ve seen THOSE before. Walk and find
private party at museum-- whoops, not for me.












See big lake, much better. Map says Nobel Park is close, so I’ll go see. Come to bridge ½ km past park and realize I never saw it. Doesn’t exist. Took bus back to random town square—wow great place.
Two deaf women were on the bus signing. They met up with their husbands and they signed too, thought Julie would appreciat that. I bought Swedish candy (cost more than my lunch), read in the park by the library. Checked into hostel. Met roommates and wend to Thai dinner with them (2 from Italy) Met other roommates from Canada—travelers through Europe for 3 months. Went to bed at midnight and was first one in room. (Sleep was at like 2 a.m. b/c I was talking to everyone one by one as they came back.)

(soon these blogs will be a bit more comprehensible and more reasonable in length. Not yet).

Later Days,
Rick