(I thought this picture was funny. Don't hold your child's hand while crossing the street sign... just dropkick them instead. Go Sweden)After a brief trip back to NY where I spent 3 weeks innundated with TDO (things to do), such as..selling my car, acquiring a working visa, and the other oddball chores that must be attended to while home..I have left.
I arrived in Stockholm, Sweden this morning after a pleasant overnight plane ride. Pleasant, minus waking up stifling hot and trying to turn on my overhead light to find out that it would only shine directly on the girl sleeping next to me. No help at all for me.
So now I am in the country of Pippi Longstocking, Abba, Volvo, the Vikings (although I don't see any walking around) H&M, and of course, Blue eyed Blonde babes.
Did I forget to mention its freezing here? I leave New York enroute to Australia. When I think of a trip to Australia, I think of warm breezes, beautiful beaches, greatwhite sharks and crocodiles. I certaintly don't think about stopping off in Sweden where I freeze my butt off while walking around this afternoon. I had to return to the hostel to put an additional 3 layers of clothing on. I look homeless. As usual.
I took the hostel up on its free walking tour offer late this afternoon. Perhaps if I
wasn't concentrated on my nose freezing off and my inability to smile because my face was frozen, I would have enjoyed it more. But I did pass the house where the red hair, pigtailed child who was the first in childrens stories to be a rebel was created. I have a special bond with Pippi. Perhaps because I dressed up as her when I was 7, and 19, for Halloween. I don't think at the age of 7 I realized that she was so rambunctious and disorderly. And than at the age of 19 I was disappointed I couldn't have followed in her shoes, or stockings, when I was younger so I was living vicariously through the character. Whatever it is, I like her.
My biggest problem of the day? I keep trying to speak spanish to these people when they speak swedish to me. They don't speak spanish in sweden. So i've learned. This is a difficult concept for me to grasp as the last dozen of so countries I have visited all share the same language which makes traveling and communicating REALLY easy. Its not easy here and I feel somewhat stupid. Luckily, I head to Northern Sweden tomorrow to visit my swede boys, and I will no longer need to fend for myself. Although, its even colder up there than Stockholm.
I arrived in Stockholm, Sweden this morning after a pleasant overnight plane ride. Pleasant, minus waking up stifling hot and trying to turn on my overhead light to find out that it would only shine directly on the girl sleeping next to me. No help at all for me.
So now I am in the country of Pippi Longstocking, Abba, Volvo, the Vikings (although I don't see any walking around) H&M, and of course, Blue eyed Blonde babes.
Did I forget to mention its freezing here? I leave New York enroute to Australia. When I think of a trip to Australia, I think of warm breezes, beautiful beaches, greatwhite sharks and crocodiles. I certaintly don't think about stopping off in Sweden where I freeze my butt off while walking around this afternoon. I had to return to the hostel to put an additional 3 layers of clothing on. I look homeless. As usual.
I took the hostel up on its free walking tour offer late this afternoon. Perhaps if I
wasn't concentrated on my nose freezing off and my inability to smile because my face was frozen, I would have enjoyed it more. But I did pass the house where the red hair, pigtailed child who was the first in childrens stories to be a rebel was created. I have a special bond with Pippi. Perhaps because I dressed up as her when I was 7, and 19, for Halloween. I don't think at the age of 7 I realized that she was so rambunctious and disorderly. And than at the age of 19 I was disappointed I couldn't have followed in her shoes, or stockings, when I was younger so I was living vicariously through the character. Whatever it is, I like her.My biggest problem of the day? I keep trying to speak spanish to these people when they speak swedish to me. They don't speak spanish in sweden. So i've learned. This is a difficult concept for me to grasp as the last dozen of so countries I have visited all share the same language which makes traveling and communicating REALLY easy. Its not easy here and I feel somewhat stupid. Luckily, I head to Northern Sweden tomorrow to visit my swede boys, and I will no longer need to fend for myself. Although, its even colder up there than Stockholm.
