An Evening in Stockholm

I apologize about yesterday’s post. I had had it as a scheduled post to finish and then the internet went whack on me and it went up half finished. I have, now, added a title and more words and edited it, so you should head on over and take another look. I also cut it short because oh boy, I took a lot of pictures, which is, apparently, a thing that I do. 

Hello Stockholm

After a full day in Copenhagen, we headed back to Lund, made lunches for the next day, called a taxi, packed our bags and headed to bed. Our train the next morning had a 5:25 departure and we arrived in Stockholm at 9:40 and we started exploring. Unfortunately, the place we rented wasn’t available until after 16:00, which meant that we ended up walking around Stockholm with our backpacks firmly on our backs.

Turning Torsos & Football

After sight-seeing in Lund,  Agneta and I went to Malmö with her daughter, Niki and her boyfriend, Martin. Originally it was supposed to be a day trip (plus I had a list of things I wanted to see), but the weather was super gross and it was  a Sunday, so it was decided we’d go in the early afternoon instead, about an hour before kick off. 

Touring it up in one of Europe’s oldest cities

*Note: I am so, so sorry that I vanished for the last two weeks. I’ve been in Spain (!!!) for the last two weeks, but, unfortunately, the place I was staying in had no wifi. HOWEVER: I am in Madrid now, with all the wifi a girl could want and will finally continue one with catching you up with all the places I’ve been, people I’ve seen and things I’ve done.*

 

After our two days with the car*, we spent day three actually in Lund. Which, if you didn’t know, is one of the oldest cities in Sweden and has one of the oldest universities in Europe, as well as a historic church which contains the heart of Queen Mary’s son, who died on their visit in Lund.  My reaction was kind of like this.  Because why?  

Churchyards & Coffee

My second day in Sweden taught me that my sense of direction (or, rather, lack thereof) is most likely genetic since Agneta and I spent two-ish hours driving around this area trying to find the church where some distant relatives are buried.  We did eventually find it, and the church is small but gorgeous.