Day 3 - Old Buildings and ABBA

Monday Morning, off to work... wait a minute, I'm on holiday! This morning, I was off with Helena and Sofia to go and see what a Swedish school was like. The first difference is that the school is six stories high, with up to one thousand students. Outside every room are lockers for you to put your things in and then swap your outside shoes for inside shoes. You can choose to either wear slippers or socks, something that I would love in my class. The first 4 years of the kids schooling, they have them same teacher, then they move on to new teachers. All the classrooms were so well designed, each having fairy lights. I was in love! After The Swedish Lesson, I went to go and meet Lars for our day of sight seeing. He had spent the morning looking round the area and had lots of little bits to show me. We waltzed past trendy shops and hipster cafes, all the way to a lookout over the city. From up there, we could see the sun shining on the buildings, exposing all the Stockholm's landscapes. Down the winding steps to the bridge to Gamlastan (The Old City). I saw a change in the architecture almost immediately, just about as immediate as my hunger at that point. First stop had to be some food, and as tradition on our travels, we had to find a cute cafe. Low ceilings with cute little tables and LOTR music playing. Yes please! The next part I just stared open mouthed at the talent of my husband. So fluently, he ordered our food and had a conversation with the man. Lars did so well that he asked me a question and I started blankly at him. English Breakfast was the answer I eventually gave him. Now, when the only Kannebullar (cinnamon roll) you have ever eaten is from IKEA, then having the real thing is like a giant pastry party in your mouth. Soft clouds of sweet pastry, trickled with a cinnamon trail, melting in my mouth. The day was off to a brilliant start!
Out the door and to the left, straight into a film set. Who knows what they were filming but we may end up in it! The rest might have well have been a film set. Gorgeous buildings, all ranging in natural tones. Tall and thin, like supermodels waiting to walk the run way. I was very excited to spot all the buildings that I have seen on the walls of the Quickfall's house.

Just as we had reached the town square, I heard a kafuffle of noises and noticed that Lars had disappeared, straight into a cafe. He had found himself a drink called Julmust, think of Coca Cola but a Christmas version. Only sold in Sweden at Christmas time, so he was truely a happy boy! Winding through the streets and soaking in all the classic beauty of the historic buildings. We made our way through to the other side of the island, we could see the sun shining on the other side. It was time to get ourselves some Vitamin D. After some posed photos with Gustaf the Statue, we walked across, yet, another bridge. The sun was thawing through to defrost our bones, when something caught our fancy- Varm Korv (Hot Dog). Lars has been telling me about how amazing these are from the beginning of our relationship, he did not lie. They were the bees knees. 

We found ourselves not only close but already in the direction of the ABBA Museum, it would have been rude not to. We chose to soak some in more sun, before we went in. Needing the Loo, I went to the closest one I could see. It was outside a restaurant and there were no signs saying not to use them, so in I went. I hear a man talking to Lars and he doesn't sound too friendly. Thinking nothing of it, I got up to leave. I am unable to. Quite often I get myself stuck in bathrooms because I can't figure out the door, but in this case it was not my fault. I had been locked in. The stupid man (there are stronger words I could use here) was making a point by locking me in the bathroom. I'm not good with small spaces so I start banging on the door and yelling out for Lars. Then I hear Lars on the other side of the door yelling at the man. The door opens and I run out. Lars yells some kind words to the man while waving a friendly finger. I was quite shaken, the only way to fix the problem was some ABBA. 

The museum was incredible! Interactive singing, music videos, dancing with holograms, and dance party rooms! All alongside 'behind the scenes videos' and information of the group. We spent a good 2 hours with the museum mainly to ourselves. Time to go back. The scenic route was the way to go, the sun had set and there was a thin light blue line parting the skyline with the navy of the night. All the signs and lights had come up and the vintage billboards were a-glow. A truely educational, magical and musical day. 

Tack för de dag!

 
A Swedish Classroom
 
A View Indeed
 
A Quickfall Photo
 
Something taller than Lars
 
Just...I

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