4-day in Sweden ;)
For Westmont’s four-day weekend, some of us flew to Sweden :) The bus ride from the airport to the actual city of Stockholm took up almost two hours of which we were not aware of ahead of time, but I’m so glad we did it because the countryside was gorgeous…the lakes, the forests…
I kind of wish the bus driver had just dumped us on the side of the road to walk a ways.
It rained the entire main day of our stay, so we opted to educate ourselves by hitting up the National Museum, which had an incredible exhibition of Swedish modern design items. They had a retro-style grand piano on display…and you weren’t allowed to touch it. It just about killed me.
The men in Stockholm seem to like each other a lot. We went to a trendy restaurant called Kronet the first night, and laughed when we were seated very closely between two very friendly tables full of all guys.
One of my friends made a comment that it was almost like they ran out of other seating and had to seat us in the “men only” section. We turned to look at the rest of the huge dining room and realized that she really wasn’t joking…every table was full of all guys—no women but us in sight. I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining though…
After that we went to a really cute coffee & chocolate house owned and operated by all gay men, and decked out in rainbow flags...but they make the most amazing white chocolate cheesecake.
Robyn and I got a kick out of singing ABBA songs while walking downtown, seeing as they originate from there. Unfortunately, we never found a place that served Swedish meatballs. Perhaps it’s just a myth…Oh, and Swedish fish (the candy, not the salmon) are not as good in Sweden as they are back home. What a let down.
Everyone spoke English surprisingly well, and it’s a good thing because the Swedish language is crazy. The words seem to be on average 8 syllables long. We would try to pronounce the first two syllables as best we could, and then jokingly finish the word off by mumbling something along the lines of “…berginshvnadnkampsvanksdregen…”
I kind of wish the bus driver had just dumped us on the side of the road to walk a ways.It rained the entire main day of our stay, so we opted to educate ourselves by hitting up the National Museum, which had an incredible exhibition of Swedish modern design items. They had a retro-style grand piano on display…and you weren’t allowed to touch it. It just about killed me.
The men in Stockholm seem to like each other a lot. We went to a trendy restaurant called Kronet the first night, and laughed when we were seated very closely between two very friendly tables full of all guys.
One of my friends made a comment that it was almost like they ran out of other seating and had to seat us in the “men only” section. We turned to look at the rest of the huge dining room and realized that she really wasn’t joking…every table was full of all guys—no women but us in sight. I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining though…After that we went to a really cute coffee & chocolate house owned and operated by all gay men, and decked out in rainbow flags...but they make the most amazing white chocolate cheesecake.
Robyn and I got a kick out of singing ABBA songs while walking downtown, seeing as they originate from there. Unfortunately, we never found a place that served Swedish meatballs. Perhaps it’s just a myth…Oh, and Swedish fish (the candy, not the salmon) are not as good in Sweden as they are back home. What a let down.
Everyone spoke English surprisingly well, and it’s a good thing because the Swedish language is crazy. The words seem to be on average 8 syllables long. We would try to pronounce the first two syllables as best we could, and then jokingly finish the word off by mumbling something along the lines of “…berginshvnadnkampsvanksdregen…”
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