This morning, after a delicious breakfast with the newlyweds (!) and both their families, we strolled a little around Lund. Sadly, because it is a smallish town, most shops (read: the awesome-looking crafts and yarn store I’d spied (closed) Saturday afternoon) were closed, including the apothecary I’d wanted very much to visit.
This place has been in operation (as an apothecary) since the 1700s — and is still going today! So very awesome. I tried to take a picture of the inside, but the sunshine made for reflections that I have not the camera prowess to overcome.
Across the street from the venerable pharmacy, is Lund’s famous domed church. I felt guilty taking pictures of the inside while so many people were there, but it definitely lives up to the hype. The altar is actually further forward, on the same level as all the congregation would sit. Behind the altar, there are steps leading up a good way (I’d say almost a full floor, in height) to an alcove which has a beautifully painted dome above it.
The Boy fell in love with Lund (“What a lovely picturesque town!” x80 over the course of two days), and we both agree that we wish we had way more time in Sweden (or at least in Skåne!) so it seems likely that we’ll be back.
With that hopeful thought in mind, we hopped onto a train to Gothenburg, hometown of Daniel Alfredsson. Not that that’s why we’re going, of course. That would just be silly.
Okay, so actually, that is a pretty big part of the reason we’re going, but since it’s also the second-largest city in Sweden, it seems a pretty safe bet that we’ll find plenty to fill our two days there.
As proof that he loves me, The Boy My Husband stocked up on junk food prior to the train ride consisting of
- Gelé Hallon (raspberry jelly candies) which he ostensibly bought for himself, but shared with me anyway because he is wonderful, but also because he doesn’t love raspberry the way I do,
- Marabou Daim! which is a little like a thick milk chocolate bar, with tiny broken up chunks of Skor in it, except better. Anna wasn’t lying when she said that Daim was “like Sweden’s version of Skor, only not crappy”; it really is better, and
- Linux in liquid form.
I’m not really sure what “fair trade cola” is, since I always thought that the sugar+phosphoric acid magic just happened in the countries that sold it, but I guess it’s good to know I’m supporting fair trade.
And so, properly armed with junk food (and also knitting and comic books, respectively) we were off! Over the course of the three hours on the train, I saw…
Many a rolling-hilled farm with often-red farmhouses. The countryside was familiar-looking (The Boy says Quebec; I think some parts of Ontario too), although I will definitely say that tile rooves make for prettier barns.
A man read a story to a girl I presume to be his daughter. I think the mother was sitting with their son across the aisle, and was chattering at him in Spanish, but I’m likely to be wrong there.
Awesome coastlines, made more awesome because they were right next to more farms, in some cases. The town of Hålsingborg in particular looked very beautiful. On a subsequent trip, we would both like to visit it.
Many a windmill, both in the sea, and on land. It occured to me that if you had enough space on your property to put the windmill well away from your house (the vibrations are apparently quite disruptive), it would be a nice way to provide power for ourself. The Boy points out that it would also smoke a lot of birds. This is likely true, but wouldn’t you like to be able to boast that you provide n% of your own energy and that you have the smartest birds remaining in the area? No? I’m going to Hell? Right then.
Also, a skyfeather:
We arrived to what is definitely a more modern-looking town than the two we’d stayed in thus far. Göteborg is, among other things, a student town and the quick walk from the train station to our hotel included many a shop, restaurant, quaint bridge, and promising-looking park.
It did not, however, include any sign of laundromats. When we asked at the desk, the lady looked a little puzzled, informed me that she’d tried to find some for another guest who had been staying here, and that she hadn’t been able to find such a thing at all in the city. Apparently the idea of the laundromat is very North American? Not sure about that, but we’ve festooned our room on our first day here with wet (but now clean!) laundry.
So, that’s the status at present: Keeping it real in Göteborg.