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Beyond Stereotypes: Stockholm

May 19, 2016

Quick, what do you know about Sweden?

If you’re like me, you might have come up with the following:

  • IKEA
  • Absolut Vodka
  • The Swedish Chef (from the Muppets)
  • Swedish meatballs
  • Swedish Bikini Team 
  • ABBA
  • Swedish Fish

I've got to break the news to you.  The Swedish Bikini Team was conceived by the marketing folks at Old Milwaukee Beer and were really Americans in platinum wigs, while Swedish Fish originated in Norway.  Even my stereotypes aren't actually Swedish.

With precious little knowledge of Sweden, I decided on this Stockholm trip to get beyond pop culture references and stereotypes.

We left Oslo on Swedish SL rail for the five-hour journey to Stockholm.  I love traveling by train, but especially when it’s as relaxing as this.  Pack a lunch, including a bottle of wine (no fluid restrictions here!) and simply step from the platform into your comfortable seat, complete with plug-in for your phone or laptop.  No pat downs, no charge for luggage.  Did I mention the wine?  So civilized.

Five hours through the Norwegian and Swedish countryside passed quickly and there we were in urban Stockholm, on a night that felt like a film noir set.  Outside the Mariatorget metro station, here was the scene:  pitch black with wet pavement illuminated by a lone streetlight, empty streets and air completely still, interrupted only by the clip of my boots as we walked.  I kept expecting a man wearing a trench coat and fedora to step around the corner and ask me for a light. 

Light up with Bogey?  Well, just this once...

Light up with Bogey?  Well, just this once...

But this wasn’t a detective novel and instead of a seedy hotel, we were staying in a cute top-floor studio apartment in Sodermalm.  It was so dark, I forgot to put on my sleeping mask, even though our host cautioned multiple times (OBS!) about the bright early morning sun coming through the skylights.   

Skylight in the apartment where we stayed in Stockholm.  Photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

Skylight in the apartment where we stayed in Stockholm.  Photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

When I was awakened by the sun at 4:45 am, it was like going from black and white Kansas to technicolor Oz.  Despite being a large city with 1.5 million people, Stockholm is so full of waterways and parks that blue waterways and green spaces catch the eye everywhere you look. 

City view from Sodermalm

City view from Sodermalm

View from Tantolunden Park

View from Tantolunden Park

A stunningly beautiful city, Stockholm (technically an archipelago) covers 14 islands connected by many bridges.  The major districts include Norrmalm and Ostermalm on the main city side, Sodermalm to the south and historic Gamla Stan in the middle.

Gamla Stan

Gamla Stan

Gamla Stan view from Sodermalm

Gamla Stan view from Sodermalm

After the previous day on the train, we were ready to hit the streets and decided to start our visit by circumnavigating Sodermalm.  Billed as a trendy, hip 'design' neighborhood, we were anxious to see what the fuss was all about.   

There was a great vibe, being a Friday afternoon with warm and sunny temps.  True to its reputation, every hipster seemed to be outside, but it was particularly rowdy with droves of high school graduates crowding the streets in what looked to be sailor caps.  

High school graduates in traditional caps

High school graduates in traditional caps

We left the noise for Tantolunden Park, a large, hilly green space famed for its allotment gardens- tiny gingerbread-house cottages (sheds!) that are fenced in for growing flowers and vegetables.  Then, at the waters edge, it was a chaotic scene with boats being lowered into the water for the season while crowds sipped beer and soaked in the sun alongside riverfront bars and cafes.  Nearby, in contrast to the drinkers, was an outdoor gym area called utegym (literally, out gym). 

Tanto allotment gardens.  Photo credit:  visitstockholm.com

Tanto allotment gardens.  Photo credit:  visitstockholm.com

I could not bring myself to photograph strangers working out, so ripped this one off the internet instead.  Photo credit:  visitstockholm.com

I could not bring myself to photograph strangers working out, so ripped this one off the internet instead.  Photo credit:  visitstockholm.com

Finally, we stopped at highly recommended Fabrique Boulangerie for a bit Stockholm's famed coffee culture.  Stockholmers love to fika, which is a coffee break with baked goods, and Fabrique makes it extra special with touches such as china serving plates and real roses.  Our food didn't disappoint either- the coffee was strong and fresh, and the Swedish kanelbullar (cinnamon roll) for me and ricotta cookie (for Perry) were perfection! 

Shall we fika?

Shall we fika?

We finished the day by climbing the highest point in Sodermalm, Skinnarviksberget, to watch the sunset.

View of the city from Skinnarviksberget in Sodermalm

View of the city from Skinnarviksberget in Sodermalm

The following day, we decided to tackle the city- Norrmalm and Ostermalm.  Unaware when we booked, turns out we were in Stockholm during the lead up to Eurovision.

Eurovision advertising in the city

Eurovision advertising in the city

Euro-what?  Don't worry my fellow Americans, I had no idea what this was before I moved to the UK and had one of those embarrassing 'How have you NOT heard of Eurovision' moments.  The Eurovision Song Contest is an annual competition among European countries that send one entrant to represent the nation.  It's a huge source of pride to be the winning country (you host the following year) and at times,  has launched the international careers of the winners, such as ABBA (1974) and Celine Dion (1988).  

It helped explain the interesting fashion we saw on the street over the next week, styles that can only be described by the derogatory (apologies!) term 'eurotrash'.  But I digress.  Back to the city!

The center, especially near the water has an interesting combination of architectural styles, including Renaissance, Neo-Classicical and Art Nouveau, borrowing ideas from all over Europe.  While they were building, city planners thoughtfully included plenty of green spaces and tree lined boulevards.  

Tram in Norrmalm

Tram in Norrmalm

Crossing into the city centre from Gamla Stan

Crossing into the city centre from Gamla Stan

But the further in you go, the more modern and urban it becomes.  Central Stockholm is brimming with shopping malls and fashion is big here (H&M headquarters in Stockholm), so we checked out two of the best- Ahlens and MOOD.  Ahlens is the John Lewis/Nordstrom of Sweden, while MOOD is a new concept fusing cool modern spaces with unique shops.  We loved MOOD so much, we went twice just to soak up the ambience- and to trick my mind into believing I had done some shopping.  PS.  It's hard not to shop with all the cute clothes I keep coming across while I wear the same thing day after day.  Oh, boo-hoo, I'll get over it.

Stockholm City Center with Ahlens Shopping Mall (triangle lights and red trim).  Photo Credit:  dorothytours.se

Stockholm City Center with Ahlens Shopping Mall (triangle lights and red trim).  Photo Credit:  dorothytours.se

Mood Shopping Center.  Photo Credit:  visitstockholm.com

Mood Shopping Center.  Photo Credit:  visitstockholm.com

Day three was a relatively lazy Sunday with a leisurely stroll down tree-lined Karlavagen towards the circular plaza, Karlaplan.  

Karlavagen

Karlavagen

After, we headed to a nearby British pub, the Tudor Arms, where we watched Leicester City draw with Manchester United while we chatted with local Swedes about, of all things, the NBA!  One guy was a huge Spurs fan and made bold comments such as 'Michael Jordan was nothing without Scottie Pippen.'  Okaayyy then!

A bit of Britain in Sweden

A bit of Britain in Sweden

Monday, we had a visit to the US Embassy, which you can read about here. 

After the Embassy debacle, we took the day off on Tuesday to chill in our apartment, catch up on reading and do some laundry.  Our host had returned from her meditation seminar and graciously washed our things at her place downstairs.  Prior to this, Perry experimented with washing clothes in the sink, which he mentioned on his website. 

Wednesday, we focused on Gamla Stan, the medieval old town that also houses the Royal Palace and Cathedral.  

St George slaying the dragon

St George slaying the dragon

Stortorget Square

Stortorget Square

Stockholm Cathedral

Stockholm Cathedral

Gamla Stan medieval street.  Photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

Gamla Stan medieval street.  Photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

Our last day, we finally made it Djugarden, the museum island. Conventional travel wisdom says you shouldn't wait to visit an attraction on your 'must see' list because random closures can happen.  I may have tempted fate, but I definitely saved the best for last.

Djugarden houses the key museums of Stockholm:

  • Vasa Museum, containing an intact 17th century ship that sank in the nearby harbor in 1628
  • Skansen, the world's oldest open air museum featuring heritage Swedish buildings and a zoo
  • Nordic Museum, displaying a large collection of Swedish social history
  • ABBA Museum, no explanation needed

Bear in mind, we are not typical tourists on a two week vacation.  We are living on the road for a year and so visiting every museum we come across is not possible lest I and my bank account burn out within 3 months.  We need to be selective, and Vasa was my 'can't-miss' museum in Stockholm.  Vasa is a Swedish war ship that sank on her maiden voyage about two miles out of town, in front of horrified crowds who had gathered to watch the spectacle of such an ornately carved and painted ship.  I learned about Vasa during a visit to the Mary Rose museum in Portsmouth, UK, which houses an old Tudor ship that sank in the 1500s and was recovered in the 1970s.  But Vasa is REALLY special because of two factors- 1) how intact it is and 2) the remarkable exterior decor.

Look closely at the prow, where a lion straddles the top

Look closely at the prow, where a lion straddles the top

We went during a particularly sunny and glorious day which worked out perfectly- there were no crowds as everyone was visiting the outdoor attractions.  We had the whole place to ourselves and I nerded out on all the exhibits and took a ton of photos.  

The dark brown is original and light brown reproductions.  Not bad for over 300 years at the bottom of a channel.

The dark brown is original and light brown reproductions.  Not bad for over 300 years at the bottom of a channel.

This was a war ship?

This was a war ship?

The museum is spectacular- even Perry, not a museum lover, enjoyed it.  In addition to explaining the story of Vasa with visual displays, the museum does an excellent job showing life in 1628 Sweden, plus it tells the stories of the crew that died on board.  A bit morbid, but they have the skeletons found inside the ship on display with clues about their life gleaned from the forensic analysis of their bones.  Such gems as:

  • Broken femur as a child did not heal properly so probably walked with a limp
  • Teeth show malnourishment occurred during childhood
  • Disfigured skull means she probably always wore a hat
  • Was suffering from painful periodontal disease at the time of death

YIKES- and these were people in their twenties.  Life was tough!

Anchors aweigh!

Anchors aweigh!

Our time in Stockholm came to a close with a cruise to Helsinki.  As we sailed east, I thought about what I picked up about Sweden and Swedish culture between tourist attractions.  

  • Money Talks

It's definitely one of the most expensive places we have visited, so if you go, bring extra cash.  Socialism doesn't come free...but it makes for a pleasant vacation destination!

  • Coffee Rules

Great coffee and lots of it.  Don't forget to fikapaus!

  • Blondes AND Brunettes

Yes, there were plenty of tow-headed people, but it's not a sea of yellow hair.   

  • Design Matters

The land that brought the world H&M and IKEA has a creative passion- from fashion to home goods to art and architecture, the Swedes take good design seriously

  • Forget the Meatballs & Candy Fish

Swedish cuisine is way more sophisticated.  I don't care what IKEA is selling.  Also, I didn't see any Swedish Fish, but we did buy an interesting package of candy with the flavor Salvi- which turns out to be salted licorice.  Even with my Jaegermeister-loving ways, I couldn't eat them.

  • No Bork Bork Bork

I didn't hear anything even remotely resembling the Swedish Chef and the Swedes are understandably irritated by the comparison- reminds me of the crap we Minnesotans took when the film 'Fargo' was released.

  • Absolut-ly French?

The Swedish state sold Absolut Vodka to French group Pernod Ricard for $5.6 billion in 2008, and the marketing department has been focused on building a mega-brand outside of Sweden ever since!

  • ABBA Fever

There is an ABBA Museum, however, I was too embarrassed to go in.  I did see a one of those face hole board thingy's out front where you and three friends can put your heads into this image.

Some stereotypes persist, I guess.

Farewell Stockholm, Hello Helsinki!

Farewell Stockholm, Hello Helsinki!

 

Next time on Gobsmacked:  

Things I'm Getting Used To:  Part II

 

 

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Stockholm Surprise: A Visit to the US Embassy

May 17, 2016

In the midst of our beautiful visit to Stockholm (recap coming, I promise), I had to make a pit stop at the US Embassy. You already KNOW this is going to be good, right?  And by 'good', you know the experience scarred me for life.

If you have read my previous posts, you know we did a great deal of planning in preparing for a year of travel, including selling my condo.  Despite arranging for the realtor to have signatory power of attorney at the closing, I was informed 7 days prior, that notarized signatures would be needed- not the easiest thing to arrange in a foreign country.  FUN FACT!  You can't use a foreign notary on closing documents.  So, I looked up the website for the American Embassy in Stockholm and saw that notary is one of the 'services' they provide.  I quote service facetiously, because the word conveys a certain amount of, well, serving that was definitely lacking during my visit.

In my mind, I thought a visit to a US Embassy (at least one in a western country) would be a dignified experience.  I imagined elegant offices with sharply dressed diplomats and many foreign languages being spoken.   Sure, there would be some security, but as an American, I expected a polite welcome or at least a knowing nod.

It was so far from that, I honestly thought I entered the Russian Embassy.

Look, I get it.  The 'war on terror' is alive and well and globally, the USA is not the most popular country.  I've lived as a foreigner, so I'm not ignorant of the fact, but this is Stockholm, not Baghdad.  I haven't seen one yet, but imagine a 'Top Ten Best US Embassies' list would include Stockholm.

To my dismay, our visit to the US Embassy in Stockholm was on par with a visit to the DMV- if the DMV had airport-type security and soldiers wielding machine guns.  Come to think of it, I've had more civilized experiences at the DMV.

This is luxurious compared to the US Embassy in Stockholm

This is luxurious compared to the US Embassy in Stockholm

There are two lines outside of the security building. One for Americans, one for non-Americans.  I thought that would help expedite things, but no.  They alternated lines (which is fair, I guess, but I had booked an appointment that apparently didn't matter) in which only one person at a time can come up to the window.  Small children in tow?  Too bad, stand back and wait your turn.  

Welcome?  HA!

Welcome?  HA!

Once I was called forward, I put my passport up to the window and stated my business.  'I have an appointment for the notary service',  I replied confidently, trying to make eye contact.  The guard stared at my passport and then squinted as he eyed me suspiciously.  'Step back, turn around and lift your right foot to show me the bottom of your shoe', he barked.  'Now, the left.'   I complied with the orders.  After this, I was allowed into the security building where I put my purse on the belt of the scanning machine.  When it passed through, another guard pulled out my iPhone.  'No phones', he said with such seriousness, I almost laughed, but instead nodded solemnly as he handed me a ticket with a number.  He faced me and cleared his throat.  'Now, you must go up the path and into the next building.  Follow the yellow line and don't stop.'  I stammered as I tried to explain that I had someone with me (Perry), but he just pointed to the door and I did as I was told.  

When I entered the next building, another soldier sternly looked at me.  I held up my appointment paper meekly and said 'Notary appointment?'  He pointed to the line of people I should join.  No reply, just a point.  

The US Embassy in Stockholm

The US Embassy in Stockholm

When I got to the back of the line, I looked around.  I'll be damned, but it even looked like the DMV.  There were several windows around the perimeter with a crabby looking person on the other side, and in the middle of the room, rows of stackable gray chairs.  There was even a 'take a number' digital read out.  It was run down and smelled of humanity- not the-land-of-the-free-and-home-of-the-brave kind, but of body odor and despair.  The whole place felt anxious and on edge.  

Perry silently joined me and we gave each other the 'What the eff is this!?' look.  Our line was for US passport holders who needed renewal or notary.  Everyone else was there trying to secure visas to visit the US.  I don't think anyone succeeded in the hour we were there.  

NEXT!  We were up.  I explained the seven notarized signatures I needed, and they handed me a bill for $350 (!) and pointed (more pointing) to the cashier window with instructions to pay, then come back and wait for my name to be called. 

The cashier was the quintessential DMV-type employee.  'Um hmm', she mumbled, not looking up.  I slid my bill and credit card over to her and smiled hoping she would look up after feeling this ray of sunshine.  I wanted to ask her if she could recommend an overnight shipping service.  But she didn't look up, so I cleared my throat and asked anyway.  'Uh uh', was her reply to the negative.

After waiting for a bit, my name was called with instructions to go to Door 5.  Once there, I found the notary to be shockingly young, yet weary with an almost, but-not-quite friendly demeanor, as though her disposition was naturally sunny, but nearly extinguished after a few years of working in a shitty embassy.  I signed, she stamped and it was over in less than 5 minutes.  As I was collecting my paperwork, I decided to try again and asked her recommendation for overnight shipping.  She paused.  'We use FedEx, so I guess they must have FedEx here somewhere'.  

The window closed.

In desperate need of a drink, but only 11:00 am, I compromised with strong black coffee at Wayne's Coffee in the city centre.  I searched for FedEx on my phone and found a number for an office at the airport.  'Hallo' the voice answered.  'Yes, do you have an office in the city centre or do I need to come to the airport to ship my documents', I inquired.  'Yes, you can find us at mailboxes', he replied.  'Do you mean the post office?' I questioned.  'No, the store Mailboxes', he laughed.  'Mailboxes, Etc.?!' I exclaimed loudly.

Sure enough, and it was only 2 blocks away.  

We walked in the door, a bit gun shy (pun intended) after our morning excursion.  Rock music was playing and two young men in jeans looked up, smiled and waved to us.   I shyly asked if I could ship some documents to the US.  The next 10 minutes was the complete antithesis to the Embassy experience- super friendly, the two guys joked with us while explaining the different methods to ship and costs.  

Back at the apartment, I laid down for a well-deserved nap and reviewed the day in my head.  With my penchant for living as a foreigner, I once wondered what a career in the State Department would be like.  Exciting?  Glamorous? 

Maybe I'll try the DMV when I get back. 

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Norwegian Forest Cat, my true spirit animal

Norwegian Forest Cat, my true spirit animal

Oslo: My Spirit Animal?

May 10, 2016

While the title may be a little cheeky, it’s also meant to be serious.  I’ve wanted to visit Oslo, Norway since I first learned to say uff da, but it’s taken me a while to get here, and with the long wait, more pressure for it to deliver.

Unlike other places in my year of travel, I expected Norway to resonate with me.  Because, like many Americans, I identify with the ancestry of my forebears and in the case of my mother's family, they are descended from Norwegians who settled in the rural farming community of Oslo, Minnesota.  Today, Oslo, Minnesota is a town that still retains strong Scandinavian customs, particularly food.  It's completely irrational (Oslo, Norway being a big city and Oslo, Minnesota being a small town), but I expected Norway to feel a bit like a visit to Grandpa and Grandma’s house- comforting and familiar with a taste of Scandinavia.  That taste, of course, being of black coffee and lefse.  Maybe a side of lutefisk.

Those aren't tortillas, it's lefse dontcha know!

Those aren't tortillas, it's lefse dontcha know!

Grandpa and Grandma were practical, hard working Lutheran farmers, but they knew how to have fun.  Grandpa, a ski jumper in his youth, loved the outdoors, playing cards and enjoyed a scalding hot cup of strong black coffee.  The man had asbestos lips!  Grandma was known for her quick wit and piano playing, love of Scrabble and baking proficiency- buns, donuts, cakes and, of course, lefse.

I always felt like their Norwegian heritage was an important influence in who they were as people.  So, while I knew Norway wasn’t going to actually be like Grandma and Grandpa's, I just wanted to experience a sliver of where it originally came from.

Oslo, Norway may have had that folksy feeling before the oil.  Today, the discovery of significant petroleum reserves in the North Sea has made Norway one of the richest countries in the world with the largest sovereign wealth fund approaching a trillion dollars.  After centuries of being known as a country of poor farmers (with a penchant for trolls and gnomes), I must say, go Norge!

Trolls:  creepy or cute?

Trolls:  creepy or cute?

So, what are they doing with all that money?  Well, they are trying to spend it, but these are practical people and you don't overturn centuries of low-frills pragmatism overnight.

They do have some nice cars.  Tesla is the number one selling auto in Norway (and the second largest market after the US), shocking when you consider the price tag of nearly $100,000.  In a bizarre case of guilt and atonement, while they made their money on oil, they favor electric cars. 

They are also creating amazing buildings.  It’s an architect's dream in Oslo with ultra-modern structures transforming the city on a massive scale.  The Aker Brygge district is one example of this architectural makeover with upscale condos, a modern art museum and high-end restaurants forming a luxurious waterfront cocoon. 

Astrup Fearnley Museum, photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

Astrup Fearnley Museum, photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

Aker Brygge, photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

Aker Brygge, photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

Naturally, all that money has brought in investment bankers, venture capitalists and consultants and to house them, a block of architecturally significant office buildings known collectively as Bar Code was built.

Oslo Opera House and Bar Code 

Oslo Opera House and Bar Code 

Bar Code building. photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

Bar Code building. photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

:Bar Code building, photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

:Bar Code building, photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

After our first day of walking around touring this high-end city, I thought I might have to seek out the ‘real’ Norway in Gjovik, a two hour train ride north of Oslo and birthplace of Grandma’s relatives. 

Traditional travel wisdom advises one to avoid the game of seeking out the ‘real’ in a place.  Everywhere is real and the trick is to accept things for what they are, not what you want them to be. 

After this pep talk, I decided to focus Day Two on people.  Despite the signs of wealth, Oslo doesn’t give off a high power vibe or put on airs.  The Norwegians I encountered are stoic, proud and down-to-earth, much like their relatives in Oslo, Minnesota.  What is it- the cold temperatures and lutefisk consumption?

Engebret Cafe, photo credit Trip Advisor

Engebret Cafe, photo credit Trip Advisor

We stopped for lunch at Engebret Café, which provided a bit of that familiar feeling.  The oldest restaurant in Oslo, it was filled with older Norwegian men eating smorbrod (open-faced sandwiches) and drinking black coffee.  Their voices were low and pleasant with an occasional chuckle punctuating their good-natured conversation.  It reminded me of the men playing cards around the Hoff kitchen table.

Smorbrod

Smorbrod

The waitress asked about our plans in Norway and when I mentioned we had three days in Oslo before leaving for Stockholm, she lamented, ‘What a pity, you should get out and see the real Norway instead of Oslo.’

So much for traditional wisdom.  Maybe I should have hopped that train to Gjovik?

Holmenkollen Ski Jump was another favorite, providing a ‘wild soul’ moment.  Even though the season was over, I had the overwhelming urge to tuck into a crouch and ski down the slope.  While the ski jump offers spectacular views, I loved the museum inside even more as it details the history of ski jump and cross country skiing in Norway.  So while the outside looks futuristic, inside is filled with old skis, examples of Rosemaling and photos of families skiing while dressed in national costume. 

Perry is in the lower lefthand corner

Perry is in the lower lefthand corner

Jump?

Jump?

Holmenkollen ski jump, photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

Holmenkollen ski jump, photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

View from the top of Holmenkollen ski jump

View from the top of Holmenkollen ski jump

Old skis and Rosemaling

Old skis and Rosemaling

On Day Three, we did the typical tourist circuit with a Fjord cruise and museum hopping.

Oslo Opera House, photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

Oslo Opera House, photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

Fram and Kon-tiki museums on Bygdoy, photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

Fram and Kon-tiki museums on Bygdoy, photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

As I wrote in a recent post, and show in this video, the cruise was freezing, but the peek into summertime island life was worth it.

Island beach cottage, photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

Island beach cottage, photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

Photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

Photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

Ferry to Bygdoy, photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

Ferry to Bygdoy, photo credit Perry Argiropoulos (perryja.com)

So, is Oslo really my spirit animal?  Did its traits resonate deeply in my soul?   Maybe not, but Oslo is a very lovely city- safe, clean, livable and her people are friendly.  While it didn't feel exactly like I expected (isn't that life, really?), the reality turned out even better.  

I did get one thing right.  Black coffee and lefse.  Good, strong filter coffee was available everywhere and lefse is available year round in the bakery alongside the sliced bread.  

Turns out, these are my people.

 

 

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    • Mar 11, 2017 Eight Things I Loved About Thailand (and three things I didn't) Mar 11, 2017
  • February 2017
    • Feb 20, 2017 Eat, Play, Love. A Review of European Cat Cafes Part II Feb 20, 2017
    • Feb 10, 2017 What I Packed For A Six Month Trip to Asia Feb 10, 2017
  • January 2017
    • Jan 25, 2017 Actions & Words: A Week Volunteering In Spain Jan 25, 2017
    • Jan 13, 2017 The Good, the Bad and the Ugly: What We Ate in Europe Jan 13, 2017
    • Jan 6, 2017 The Best and Worst of 2016: Our First Year of Full-Time Travel Jan 6, 2017
  • December 2016
    • Dec 31, 2016 Eating Well on the Road Part II: Kitchen & Shopping Tips for Budget Travelers Dec 31, 2016
    • Dec 9, 2016 Eating Well on the Road Part I: Recipe Ideas for Budget Travelers Dec 9, 2016
  • November 2016
    • Nov 30, 2016 A Tale of Two Cities: Lisbon & Porto Nov 30, 2016
    • Nov 23, 2016 Things I'm Getting Used To: Thanksgiving Edition Nov 23, 2016
  • October 2016
    • Oct 29, 2016 Who Needs Sleep? A Dream Week in Bilbao Oct 29, 2016
    • Oct 23, 2016 Six Reasons to Visit Bulgaria Oct 23, 2016
    • Oct 15, 2016 Forget Dracula, Brasov is the Transylvania You Want to See Oct 15, 2016
    • Oct 9, 2016 How The Grinch Toured Bucharest Oct 9, 2016
    • Oct 5, 2016 Pet Sitting & Travel: Why Do It and How It Works Oct 5, 2016
  • September 2016
    • Sep 28, 2016 Transition to Travel: How To Prepare For A Mid-Career Break Sep 28, 2016
    • Sep 24, 2016 Travel Packing Update: Winners & Losers Sep 24, 2016
    • Sep 13, 2016 Wrong Turns Made Right: Belgrade, Serbia Sep 13, 2016
    • Sep 9, 2016 The Numbers Issue Sep 9, 2016
    • Sep 3, 2016 A Mystical Journey: Mostar, Bosnia & Herzegovina Sep 3, 2016
  • August 2016
    • Aug 19, 2016 A Holiday in Croatia Aug 19, 2016
    • Aug 8, 2016 Have a Nice Stay: Tips to Maximize Your Airbnb Experience Aug 8, 2016
    • Aug 4, 2016 Ode To Joyce: Trieste Aug 4, 2016
  • July 2016
    • Jul 26, 2016 Where is Slovenia and Why Should You Go There? Jul 26, 2016
    • Jul 15, 2016 Things I'm Getting Used To: Part III Jul 15, 2016
    • Jul 9, 2016 Four (Affordable) Ways to Experience Romantic Budapest Jul 9, 2016
  • June 2016
    • Jun 30, 2016 Top Ten RTW Trip Highlights (So Far) Jun 30, 2016
    • Jun 30, 2016 The Art of Appreciation: Bratislava Jun 30, 2016
    • Jun 22, 2016 A Vacation in Salzburg (or An Excuse to Post Photos of Sound of Music Sites & Mountains) Jun 22, 2016
    • Jun 17, 2016 Eat. Play. Love. A Review of European Cat Cafes Jun 17, 2016
    • Jun 11, 2016 Three Days in Riga Jun 11, 2016
    • Jun 7, 2016 Philosophical Musings & Progressive Estonia Jun 7, 2016
    • Jun 1, 2016 Last Night A Big Mac Saved My Life: St. Petersburg Jun 1, 2016
  • May 2016
    • May 27, 2016 Rough & Ready(?) Helsinki May 27, 2016
    • May 22, 2016 Things I'm Getting Used To: Part II May 22, 2016
    • May 19, 2016 Beyond Stereotypes: Stockholm May 19, 2016
    • May 17, 2016 Stockholm Surprise: A Visit to the US Embassy May 17, 2016
    • May 10, 2016 Oslo: My Spirit Animal? May 10, 2016
    • May 8, 2016 Things I'm Getting Used To May 8, 2016
    • May 4, 2016 Split Personality: Copenhagen May 4, 2016
    • May 1, 2016 Baby, It's Cold Outside May 1, 2016
  • April 2016
    • Apr 27, 2016 Three Days in Cornwall Apr 27, 2016
    • Apr 23, 2016 Planning Long Term Travel Part III: Providence Apr 23, 2016
    • Apr 21, 2016 It Begins Apr 21, 2016
    • Apr 17, 2016 What I Packed for a Year of Round the World (RTW) Travel Part II: Toiletries, Electronics & Miscellaneous Apr 17, 2016
    • Apr 5, 2016 What I Packed for a Year of Round the World (RTW) Travel Apr 5, 2016
    • Apr 1, 2016 Planning Long Term Travel Part II: Patience Apr 1, 2016
  • March 2016
    • Mar 16, 2016 Planning Long Term Travel Part I: Preparation Mar 16, 2016
    • Mar 6, 2016 The 3 P’s of Planning Long Term Travel: Preparation, Patience & Providence Mar 6, 2016

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