Malmo, Sweden

       I’ve made it. I’m safe – and I’m ready. Alright Europe, what’s first?

The Copenhagen Airport has a minimalist decor akin to Ikea.  Go figure being 15 minutes from Sweden and all.

      When I land it’s snowing. And I think this is glorious. It’s like I’m in the REAL Sweden.  In my imagination, it’s always snowing here. I blog as a feeble attempt to beat jet lag because I really should stay up another 4 hours – but that might be pushing it.

      Sleepy Sarah sits and silence in Sweden. Swonderful, Smarvelous.

PS. Sweden is 9 hours ahead of CA time.

DAY TWO: Observations on Sweden

      I went for a long walk today from Triangeln to Malmo and back.  I spent much of the morning trying to describe the smell, and all I can come up with is: hot urine.  It smells oddly sour.

      Espresso Bar is as prolific in Sweden (at least here) as Starbucks is in the states. The city is a mix of brick buildings, canals, and bundled people.  Moms walk their newborns in prams through the cemetery parks and past the shops.

      For dinner last night, I tried to order a sandwich.  Because of the language barrier, I ended up with bread. I’m pleased to be picking up a little Swedish, I can read the streets signs and was successful in ordering lunch. I made a grocery stop on my way home and will probably settle in for the night.  Tomorrow I head to Hamburg.