Spelling out what you know is best, everything is just a mess

Water and bridges, water and bridges

I feel guilty not seeing Stockholm sooner.  Although I've been to the city before, it has been over five years.  My memory has faded.  Stockholm has never been accused of being an ugly city.  The seamless interconnectedness of the urban landscape and water (due to the fact that the city is built on several islands) is something I appreciate after studying a similar subject in school.  With that said, the city has a strange flow due to the unique character each neighborhood (island) has, which is something I'm not sure I like.

Nice view of the cranes

After such a fun time in Gothenburg, Stockholm had the odds stacked against it.  Unfortunately the insane asylum turned hostel where we stayed was about as nice as it sounds.  Strike one Stockholm.  That, coupled with the fact that the location of the hostel was incredibly far from anything exciting meant that we had to buy travel cards at quite a high price.  Strike two.  But with those being the only two major complaints of the city, I would say we came up ahead regardless.

Monument to failure

By far the most interesting museum I have ever been to is the Vasa Museet.  Housed inside a dark and cold building lies the massive warship Vasa which sunk in Stockholm's harbor in 1628 after sailing for 1.3 kilometers.  This is a memorial to a monumental failure.  While insanely interesting and cool, I think it is also funny that people flock to see a ship that couldn't even sail.

We continued our travels with our new found German friends that we first met in Gothenburg.  Julia and Florian were rad people to get to know.  After waiting patiently for a fisherman to catch something for Florian to examine, we decided it was best to call it a weekend.  Stockholm taught me a few things:

• Beware of street signs
• I need a new pair of shoes
• Metalheads are the same everywhere.  Fat, drunk and smelly.