On the long trip back from Sweden on Wednesday, I had lots of time to go through my travel journal, to make sure I had captured those moments from this trip that I want to remember.
Like the young man practicing riding a unicycle beside an old iron railing on the cobblestone streets of Sodermalm, or the feeling we had each morning as we stepped out of our building eagerly anticipating what the day would bring. Experiences such as the ridiculous fun that is riding city buses in a place where you aren't completely sure where you should get off, but your aren't worried about it. The sheer pleasure of sitting across the table from your sister working in your travel journals... making portraits of Swedish royalty. Eating crisp rye bread crackers with lingonberry jam and drinking cold white wine as the sounds of the neighborhood gulls drift in the windows with the breezes. Laughing our heads off at the end of the day as we got closer to our apartment because we were tired and giddy with all that we had experienced.
These things that can not be captured on film will be like movies in my head in the years to come as I flip through the pages of my journal.
More Stockholm stories to come in the days ahead. After I unpack. And finish getting Birgitta and Einor acquainted with their new home.
And make a batch of gazpacho. I hope Molly Katzen got her recipe from the chef at Rosendals Trädgård. The bowl we had there, that we ate in the garden, along with Swedish bread and butter, was pretty much heaven on earth.