Textured wall called for a portrait.

Or in Alexs case a big furry hat called for a photo portrait.

Exciting underground tunnel with exposed rock.

Beautiful brick buildings everywhere.

O you know. I’m a big deal here too.

We spent most of the day with no particular destination in mind. This led to a minimum of 12 miles of walking. The last 3 of which we spent delirously backtracking (hence the “utfart” joke).

Our hostel on a boat. Gently rocked to sleep to be woken by a big ole spider crawling in my bed.

Stockholm Public Library by Erik Gunnar Asplund

A cheap mimosa to avoid the screaming child and indifferent mother. Only 9 hrs!