Isn’t it strange? Simply by knowing a friend who has a friend with a swanky Stockholm pad and roof access, I wind up on said roof, drinking beers, climbing ladders, and laughing with members of Sweden’s navy, all the while not believing the series of random incidents and occurrences that were necessary to find myself at this exact place and time.
The syndrome takes hold: Stockholm my captor, I find myself in love.
I remember (or rather don’t…) the last time I drank with servicemen in the armed forces.
I woke up in a Navy Uniform in the flat of an unknown American and a cross-dressing Irishman.
Sounds like you had a great time though! Though I had shudder intensely to imagine the cost of a place like that in Stockholm…
Comment by ComplexSymmetry — July 26, 2012 @ 19:13 |
haha nice!
And while I haven’t wondered about the price, I do want to live here someday so I’ll worry about it then.
Comment by squeakyrobot — July 26, 2012 @ 20:14 |
Way cool. You just can’t get that same vibe in the states. Or the same scenery, for that matter!
Comment by rayworth1973 — July 26, 2012 @ 21:39 |
Truth!
Comment by squeakyrobot — July 27, 2012 @ 15:08 |
Stockholm is beautiful in the summer! Hey! A tip! If you have’nt already, go to Fotografiska by the harbour :) it’s a great photography gallery/museum which is now showing works of Sally Mann and others! A must visit if you’re in Stockholm!! :))
Comment by idasahlberg — July 27, 2012 @ 11:24 |
Thanks, I’ll check it out!
Comment by squeakyrobot — July 27, 2012 @ 15:07 |
I’m jealous of your excursion. Looks like a beautiful place. BTW, the Sweedish are good looking people. ; )
Comment by Kharma — July 28, 2012 @ 05:20 |
Whoa ho ho ho ho ho!!! :D :D
Comment by Somesh Mahanty — July 28, 2012 @ 10:16 |