I’m at a restaurant that’s actually in the same building as the apartment where I’m staying, and it’s one I’d read about before my vacation started. It’s called The Urban Deli. Niklas also recommended it. Unfortunately when the waiter came and I asked him to recommend something, he recommended a cod dish and then remembered…
The train ended up arriving in Stockholm 35 minutes early last night. And then I had some tense moments.
I just deleted my entire blog post as I was attempting to copy it. So this is my second attempt, and it won’t be as interesting or as witty as my first.
It’s actually Day Eight, Sunday, May 20, 9:30. I didn’t blog last yesterday because I was on the go all day and was too tired by the time I got back. I started the day the same way I ended the day on Friday, with a walk around Kalmar. It’s a nice town, built largely…
It’s 5pm. I just got on the train to Kalmar. We should depart in about 10 minutes. The monitors in the station tell you which cars are going to which destinations. Not all the cars on this train are going to Kalmar, only 11 and 14. I got on one of the cars that I…
I forgot to mention yesterday that one of the highlights of the day was the lunch I had when I arrived at Ærøskøbing. (I’m at Odense Central Library as I write this, waiting for my train to Copenhagen and, from there, to Kalmar. So I have all the quaint characters in the Danish alphabet at…
A few random thoughts to start off:
It’s 9:45 am, and I just boarded the train to Odense, where I change for Svendborg, where I get the ferry to Ærø. Today is Ascension Day, a holiday in Denmark, and the train is packed with people getting away for the long weekend. I don’t have WiFi, so I’m going to have to post…
I’m at the central library using their free internet. It’s just 17:00, and I am planning another bike tour, again with Mike, this time an evening tour that starts at 19:00 and goes further afield.
When I got back to Ivan and Lars’s apartment last night at about 8:30, I started to write a blog post about the day, and I was literally nodding off as I was typing. I guess that’s what happens after a long day following just 4 hours of sleep. I woke up yesterday morning at…
Part One: Written in the Oslo Airport I’m not supposed to be in Oslo. But here I am. Actually, I’m at the airport, not actually in Norway. All seemed to be going well yesterday when we pulled away from the gate at SeaTac right on time. We taxied a while and then stopped. The pilot came…
This post is not about my upcoming trip. I feel compelled to say something about the terrible tragedy that has befallen the Cinque Terre and, in particular, the charming village of Vernazza, where I spent two idyllic days in May 2009.