Miscellaneous Observations about Sweden
First miscellaneous observation about Sweden: They really do have style.
Everywhere you look, the little details on buildings, furniture, and clothing all scream Scandinavian sophistication. Sitting in the hotel, whether the restaurant, the lobby or the room, feels like you're sitting in an Ikea store. The curved benches in the airport waiting areas; the clean, simple lines of -- well, of everything! There's the inescapable sense that these people know how to put things together visually.
Second miscellaneous observation about Sweden:
Although the hotel room had one large bed (queen size), it was made up with two individual twin-sized down-filled duvets, folded neatly on each side of the bed. At first, I thought it looked like they had just shoved a pair of twin beds together, though closer inspection revealed the truth. What a fabulous idea for sheer comfort it turned out to be.
See, one of the problems sharing a bed -- or more specifically, bedding -- with a larger individual is that the shared blanket doesn't drape down all the way around the smaller body (in this case, mine), allowing in drafts of chilly air. Whereas with this particular configuration of bedding, one can still share a bed yet still be wrapped comfortably against the elements. This needs to be further explored upon the return home.
Third miscellaneous observation about Sweden: People-watching is universal.
We spent a lot of time watching people. Alone in the airport the first day, I had ample opportunity to observe all kinds of travelers in assorted phases of travel. Once Darling Spouse arrived and we trekked into Stockholm, we watched people in train stations, on buses, walking the streets, and perusing museums. Both of us were struck by the variability of heights, weights, hair color, dress; everything. Until you heard people speaking the lovely, lilting, vaguely Germanic-sounding language that is Swedish, you wouldn't have been able to tell you weren't in any other city on earth. Commuters; tourists; teens; indistinguishable from those in the good ole US of A. The trains may have been cleaner, but the people were all the same. Reassuring, in a curiously humanistic way. Just helps to reinforce the old truism: Wherever you go, there you are.
Thus endeth the travelogue. We now return to (ir)regularly scheduled blogging.