So in October, I hopped the pond over to Stockholm, Sweden for a week long conference in disaster medicine/graduation from my master's program in disaster medicine.
This is the genius behind the dream. It only took two visits till he knew I was a regular. The only question he'd ask was: to stay or to go?
At the end of each day, my brain would remember the luciousness of it all. My forgetful tastebuds, however, would be shocked into full recollection with the first sip of each day...
I even got my friend Cristina to partake, and successfully hooked two others who we would stumble into at the shop frequently
The final seal of completion!
And got to see a few sights: here is an island called Sigtuna, home to the first organized city in Sweden.
Ancient Viking runes are scattered across the island. This one was incorporated into one of the many churches, most of which now stand in ruInes...
Cheesy touristy picture with a Viking rune...
As morbid as it may seem, I loved the cemetaries for the reason displayed below. They were beautiful and cheery because each grave had a small planter built into the headstone, all of which contained colorful flowers...The narrowest staircase in the city...or was it the oldest...?

And just beautiful!