I am considering a trip to Stockholm over the holiday break.
To visit The Swede, no doubt.
But also to see the Vasa and ABBA museums.
Go shopping in Old Town.
Visit the historic Kunglinga Gardens.
And of course, take in a hockey game.
I really want to see The Swede in his own country.
As much as I like squiring him about town in California, you don’t REALLY get to know a person until you see how they live and what they enjoy.
One thing I will avoid?
Because nothing says vomit like cold, fermented, smelly fish.
Yes, when I went to Scotland I ate haggis.
It actually wasn’t THAT bad.
But I have a THING for fishy foods.
I simply can’t eat them.
So no surströmming for me.
Lots of The Swede, though.
Consider that I have put my birth control in, then you know I’m serious about visiting.
Plenty of baby making fun with NONE OF THE BABIES.
Now, that’s what I call a vacation!
Of course, there’s one other thing to deal with:
Today for instance, it is 66 degrees Fahrenheit where I am but only 42 degrees Fahrenheit in Stockholm.
That’s COLD, my friends.
And this California girl barely has an umbrella or a jacket, let alone snow-appropriate clothes.
Seriously, WHAT WOULD I WEAR?
I have no warm jackets.
I have no snow boots.
I am sure there are clothes I need to have that I’m not even aware of.
Seriously, the considerations are MIND-BLOWING!