My Swedish holiday
I arrived in Cape Town late last night. My luggage didn’t because someone had forgotten to load the bags in Amsterdam so right now, somewhere on Schiphol Airport there is a lonely black suitcase packed with Kalles Kaviar, Marabou chocolate and mom’s lingonberry jam. It should arrive with the next flight today, so it’s not such a big deal. I took a taxi into the city and got an update on the SA political situation and when I got home a short update from my room mate on the Travelstart social situation. Then I ran down the back yard stairs to knock on Lorena’s window. I’ve missed her so much and the chatting and the hugging never wanted to stop though we were both exhausted. It turns out she had a wild night in Cape Town on Friday just as I was out drinking champagne on a terrace in Stockholm three hours before I had to catch the flight.
How could I sum up my Swedish vacation? They say pictures speak louder than words, so here goes:
This is of course only a selection of the people I saw and things that I did, but all in all, I had a wonderful time and a good mix of fresh nature, good food, family – and city life. Even a night out on Stureplan in the so called “up market” area of Stockholm. I guess I needed that to confirm that I have no business in Stockholm right now. All I could think of was how great it would be to see the Cape Town sunset and share three bottles of wine with my friends and colleagues to the same price as I was paying to look fancy around the bar with a glass in my hand at this place. I knew I was ready to go back.