Soak up the last remnants of Yule.
Celebrate my quadranscentennial with oysters and wine and meat at Griffins Steakhouse and 7 homemade courses because I’ve even more reason to be pretentious now. Some nostalgic drooling over the baked goods of my childhood did also occur.
See the stunning Swedish sky in the morning.
See the stunning Swedish sky in the evening.
See the stunning Swedish sky at night.
Observe gamla Stockholmers in Gamla Stan.
Finally see the infamous Stockholm Metro art at T-Centralen. Very awe-inspiring and immersive. I wish we had time to see the other stations. We will be back.
Establish that I am a penguin.
And a surprising amount of other cultural bits and pieces given the short time we had, like visit Fotografiska, which undoubtedly is one of the most impressive galleries I’ve ever visited. So impressive I purchased a Fotografiska flask. Its name is Arthur because the floor gave it a dent. And the lovely Östasiatiska Museet as a warm-up to our upcoming trip to the Far East.
Scandinavia does kos and mys and hygge like nowhere else in the world.