On the next to the last day we were in Stockholm we embarked on a voyage to Mariefred. Items on the itinerary included a train, a bus, a castle, lunch, gardens, portraits, and a ferry.
We did make it to the train station and hopped on board with literally 1 minute to spare and right before witnessing a lovers quarrel between a hotheaded female Swede who was racing to the train right behind her male traveling companion with the two suitcases. He made it to the door. She did not. She threw down her purse. She screamed. She walked off. He probably wished he would have gotten on the train without her.
We found the castle and sauntered around while my Sister provided a thorough commentary about the history of place, what each room was used for, what they had for dinner each night, you know - just the basic stuff you would get on a tour but way more entertaining and it also included stops to lay down on some old furniture. You gotta love a castle that houses a National Portrait Gallery, where the windows are open!
After the castle there was a stroll through a few streets, a look at an old garden, and then off to wait for the ferry ride back to Stockholm.
Except that the ferry doesn't run on Mondays. So instead we took a taxi and a train and a bus back to our apartment where we worked in our journals and discussed how it really was a pretty good trade to miss the ferry and instead meet 2 women from Finland, 1 woman from El Salvador, dip our feet in the water with ducks, eat delicious mushroom risotto, go to the bathroom outdoors at the train station, and have the great idea that we will become portrait painters for the European aristocracy.
None of these things were planned. They all happened.