Leaving Sweden is more bitter than sweet. But maybe it’s this smoked moose sausage I’m eating at my gate.

It’s been incredible mostly because of my friends here, but also because of Scandinavia’s magnetic charm – the Land of Freedom and Liberty For All should be on Sweden’s flag, unlike one country that shouts those words loudly but doesn’t follow through. Now I can only hope to return the favor half as well as they have – my one friend Andreas in particular deserves a huge thank you  – when they eventually find themselves in the States looking for a helping hand and a couch to crash.

You travel, you meet people, you meet them again, and then you leave, knowing that at some corner of the globe, there’s a door open and a bed free.

Isn’t that the greatest?