Hej Sweden

We arrived to the airport with plenty of time. Everyone else in London seemed tonga even the same idea of leaving the city. First day of the half term means chaos! As we were walking through the duty free area, the fire alarm goes off, telling us to stay in in our area. We had a plane to catch, so we continued on to our gate. No one stopped us, so it was fine. 

We were all seated in the plane, ready to feel the plane moving. The Loud speaker let's us know that they are waiting to de ice the plane. Half an hour later, the captain tells us that they took too long to de ice the plane so we no longer need it. Third announcement, we are not moving anywhere because we are waiting to hear back from the tower to say we are ready to go. Fourth announcement, feel free to buy snacks and walk around the cabin, we may be here some time. A few snoozes and one and a half hours later, we were in our way.  Flying through the clouds at great speeds, straight for Sweden. I was thourougly excited. My previous visit to Sweden was when I was seven. We went onn the ferry from Denmark, popped over to have lunch. I didn't know what to expect from this exciting destination, although I knew that everything would be stylish and well designed. 

Lars and I seem to have this ability to get a car upgrade, only by smiling sweetly. We went from the cheapest hatchback to a Volvo Station Wagon. We definitely looked the part. Now was the getting used to driving a manual on the opposite side of the road. As always, Lars picked it up perfectly. Täby was half an hour away. I was staring in disbelief at the scenery. The beech trees next to the pine trees, fields of grass dotted with little red houses, lakes frozen over looking like crystal. I was in full alert to see a Moose (My goal for this trip).

The closer we got to the city, the more buildings came into view. Soon we were to come up to the maze that are the tunnels and bridges of Stokholm. As soon as Lars said that it is extremely easy to get lost amongst these, we went in the wrong lane. After a short scenic tour, the motorway looped us back in our direction. Before we had pulled up at the house, I had already called the Real Eatate Agent to buy a house (this is a joke, not a true statement). I had truely stepped into the suburb of my dreams. This only to be proven more when told about all the wildlife that lives around. 

After the most delicious, late lunch of a Swedish Soup, with cheese and Bread, we went for a stroll. As the sun had just gone down, the light in the sky was a dark blue, making the winter snow shimmer. The houses, oh my the houses, were placed so perfectly in their lawns. The different coloured houses have all been perfectly crafted, each piece of wood put in an exact place; every house with its own unique character. Fairy lights were placed along the hedges and trees, each winking at us as we walked. Down the street and to the right, into the woods. At this point, I was in a dream. The type of dream where everything is content and you feel as if you are floating. We step out on to the frozen lake, still not a normal feeling for me. To our right are the last of the skaters, doing their last lap before dinner. We turn to our left to walk further down the lake, I see something move. A cute little fox starts running across the ice, moving much quicker than I thought they could. By this point, the sky was much darker. Everything had a glow about it, I couldn't stop smiling. Back to the house for a reigndeer stew with excellent company. What more could you want?