The final leg of the trip, Stockholm! Basically everything you imagine about everyone being blonde-haired blue-eyed supermodels? All of it TRUE. Even the basic normal 7-11 cashier guy is a supermodel. I was all but ready to pack up my bags and move there if it weren't for the inevitability of developing self esteem issues and a sure case of body dysmorphic disorder. I think I put in my two weeks notice on the 2nd to the last day there so I still have a few days left to change my mind.
The first night we arrived we had no idea where to go so the hotel clerk recommended an Italian restaurant just around the corner. It was an interesting system where upon entrance each person got a card to swipe for every item they ordered. You would line up to get pasta or salads or pizzas made fresh to order. Afterwards you would check out with your card to pay your bill.
I got the bolognese and it was the most delicious pasta I've ever had. Seriously that good. If you're ever in Stockholm I highly recommend Vapiano. They also have east coast locations in the US.
Walking past the National Library of Sweden on the way back to the hotel. The snow was such a welcome contrast from sunny California.
Breakfast every morning. Meatballs for breakfast should be a thing. A daily essential kind of thing.
I don't really understand Swedish sandwiches, but what's to understand as long as it's good right? It was basically a charcuterie spread except instead of putting it on a plate, they decided to stuff it in bread.
Bread that happened to be the size of my head. Side-by-side size reference to iPhone. iPhone photo reference to my head. DO YOU GET THE SIZE NOW?
Went to the Fotografiska Museum to check out an Anton Corbijn exhibit. Giant head at the entrance.
Pantone Warm Gray 8 #designerlingo
We had lunch at Nytorget Urban Deli in the above neighborhood of SoFo. The whole area is hip and has great shops and is a bit more mellow than the congested city center. My hypothetical move would be somewhere around that park. It totally has nothing to do with Alexander Skarsgård living in that area. Whose name is apparently pronounced like Scotch Guard. See? I'm practically Swedish already.