Sweden Post Epilogue

So I managed to escape from the well-run country that is Sweden without much trouble. The whole trip was amazing and it re-reminded me why I got into traveling in the first place: to make you jealous.

Thanks to everyone who came out to the Pub Night in Copenhagen – that was a lot of fun. I would also like to give a special shout-out to all my generous hosts who provided me with sleeping space, eating food, and drinking drinks when I showed up in their respective cities, towns, and municipalities – Chris, Mia, Myriam / Stephen, and Lena.

And with the Nordic portion of my trip now complete, here are some of the leftovers that didn’t make it into the blogosphere. Adieux!

One of the stranger moments of my visit to Sweden was finding this.

Does anyone know what it means?

It was like I’m part of a real-life Simpsons episode #fishbulb

At one point while I was in Stockholm, I went searching for a post office. This seems like a straightforward activity but it was not. In a cost-saving measure, Royal Sweden Post decided to close all their dedicated post offices and co-locate them within other businesses. So the guy who sold me the postcards said there was one located in the Coop grocery store but the Coop clerk told me I had to go somewhere else. She sent me, “outside, to the right, past the movie theatre, up two flights of stairs, left, past the old candy shop, and it’s right there”

As I was wandering around trying (unsuccessfully) to follow (and remember) her directions, I thought it would have been much more helpful had she told me the name of whatever had opened up in place of the candy store.

Then when I eventually found the post office, I realized that when I heard the Coop clerk say “the old candy shop” what she was really saying was, “Ye Olde Candy Shoppe”.

As illustrated by these photos of a business that sells olde-timey candy.

And as promised, here are some photos of Swedish dogs doing Swedish dog things.

This guy is a rescue from Hungary – the country, not the state (not the state of being, I mean – the nation state Hungary. That’s where he’s from).

This guy reminded me of Pepper with his little face and his habit of lying down and refusing to walk anywhere if the weather is not just perfect.

This dog’s name is Professor Paws. He has a PhD in friskiness.

Coffee enjoys long walks on the beach and frolicking in the surf.

The end.