So long Stockholm!

The Mister and I just finished our 3 short days in Stockholm–seemingly even shorter because one was spent in a jet-lagged haze (after a nighttime flight from Newark). But what a lovely city!

We rode the hop on/hop off bus, took a canal tour, and a bike tour, but my favorite spot was the Nordisk Museet and their textile room–a gallery filled with drawers, each was like finding yet another present under the Christmas tree!

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Inside? A treasure trove! (Forgive the randomness of the pics–the wordpress app’s not letting me make galleries)

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The museum was also having an exhibit on stripes, just about my favorite pattern ever (after tartan, which of course is stripes of both the horizontal and vertical ilk)

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We both enjoyed Swedish food, maybe the Mister just a bit more than me, given his affinity for fish of any kind. I was good, though, and didn’t turn up my nose at the pickled herring at breakfast. However, going without iced coffee (especially in Sweden’s heat) has been hard. The 2nd morning, I figured I just make some myself, by adding my hot coffee to mug of ice. The dining room though didn’t have any ice, and suggested I ask the front desk. The front desk informed me the ice machine and cups were on the 4th fl. I climbed the stairs only to discover I needed my room key card to access the stairwell door. I returned to the dining room for the key, climbed the stairs again (oh, did I mention this was after my 7 mile, 5×1000 with 400m recovery workout? It was.), opened the door, found the ice machine, and discovered no cups. I returned to the dining room, grabbed 2 cups and once again made for the stairs. Finally! I put the cup under the dispenser and waited. The machine gurgled and spit out one (!) ice cube. Of course it missed the cup and skidded across the floor. I almost cried. But as I moved the cup, the machine started up again. Thank freakin’ god! I returned to the dining room to my cold toast. But it was the best lukewarm coffee ever!

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Now we’re in Copenhagen. Since I’ve got the coffee thing figured out, I expect breakfast to go much more smoothly!

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