Sweden

        The funny thing about Sweden. . .is that I'm here.  Literally, every day Jamie and I look at each other and remind ourselves that, "we're in Sweden."  I am so happy that I am here.  I never would have thought to go to Sweden. . . which is why I am so happy that I am here.  

    I woke up early Tuesday morning with Mr. Lundin to catch an early flight to London.  I slept on the plane and got to London where I had about a 4 hour layover.  I walked around listening to the beautiful "English."  The second that was happy to hear English, I realized that it was "English" English, and this is not good. I had about four hours to do nothing, so I walked around for about an hour until I was bored out of my mind. I then worked up the courage to walk into the British Airways Gold Club.  I walked right into the club, opened up my computer and was not asked a question.  It was beautiful.  The best part is that there was free food and beer. Does life get any better than this?  The answer, is no.  Here is my moment of fame/shame.
 

    The first day I got into Sweden, I was pumped.  I walked into the airport thinking to myself, "What am I doing in Sweden?"  At the same time, I was very excited to be there.   Here are a couple pictures of the Stockholm Airport and the subway, which is immaculate. 
   

   I jumped on a train that would take me to Rattvik where Jamie is living and playing baseball.  After  a good three hour train ride, I arrived and Jamie met me at the train station at about 10 o' clock   We walked out to the dock that takes you out near the middle of the lake.  It is really a terrific view.   

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