I'm currently sitting on a delayed train heading back home to Gothenburg. I've spent a week in Stockholm, together with my parents and Rhys and his parents. We have all had a lovely time.
Thursday started early at 6.00 AM at the airport, picking up our guests. We had a peaceful morning and lunch at home before making way into the city. We walked through the southern island, took a ferry and ended up at the park theatre for a Midsummer night's dream, performed in English. It was lots of fun.
Friday was spent celebrating the Swedish midsummer. Rhys took his parents for a quick coffee and lunch inside the city, as mom and I prepared the midsummer dinner and cake. I also made some flower garlands, very quickly as we were running out of time. We took the car to the nearby celebration area, which was jammed packed with people. Dancing around the midsummer pole was rather cramped, but we were all doing the famous frog dance before heading home for dinner and cake.
Saturday was a day spent singing and dancing at the Abba musuem. The evening was first spent in Koh Phangan's jungle with tasty Thai dinner. We then took the stroll to Katarinahissen for a beautiful view as the sun started to set.
Sunday took us on a tour through the City Hall and then on the ferry out to Drottningholm Castle and it's theatre, two places I've never been. The City Hall had many hidden treasures and shame on me for never realising that the local government/council of Stockholm actually used the place daily for deciding the faith of the capital. We also took a tour off the 250 years old theatre out by the castle. It was very special as they are still using all the original scenery and mechanics. Rhys and I actually got to go backstage and produce wind and thunder with these original devices. It was a lot of fun and I have to make sure to make visit next year for a real show.
Monday was sadly Rhys's last day, but we managed to cram in a visit to the Vasa musuem in the morning. I've never see this huge ship, forever famous for sinking after 1000 meters on its maiden voyage. It baffles and amazes me how big and detailed they were able to build back in the days before machines and proper measurement. After a quick lunch at home we had to take Rhys out to the airport. We first missed our train and then had to drive all the way to the airport.
Tuesday, or today as it also is when I'm writing this, has been a day filled with journey. I managed to drive us wrong, twice, as I tried to take us to Skokloster. In the end we had to give up on the idea of making a visit to Skokloster before having lunch in Sigtuna, as we also had to make it in time to Arlanda as Rhys's parents had their flight to catch. We had a nice time in this little peaceful town, filling our tummies with tasty food from Tant Brun.
And now I'm on the last part of the adventure, slowly getting back home to my empty bed. Feels a bit sad going back as I don't even have the company of my kitties. But I will head over to Vienna next weekend, so I do have that to look forward to that at least.
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