Stockholm, Sweden

Ah, Sweden. Home of Swedish massages, Swedish meatballs, and Swedish fish. Unfortunately they don't actually have Swedish fish in Sweden, but you better believe I got a massage and ate meatballs. Both were delightful.

The thing about Stockholm is that it's freaking GORGEOUS.


Tiger Woods and the wifey definitely have an apartment somewhere near where this picture was taken. And as we walked around, my friends and I definitely came up with a very elaborate story where we ran into the Tigs on the street and he invited us up to his apartment where we hung out and ate delicious food and pretty much became BFF. Sadly, it didn't happen.

We did, however, go to the Vasa Museum, which features a big ass ship from the 1600s that didn't exactly make it very far. So the Swedes were all, "When life give you lemons..." and made an awesome museum out of a big mistake. It made me want to be a pirate.


Arrr mateys!

In Sweden we started noticing that the local language calls for the use of the word "fart" a lot. Does anyone here speak Swedish and know why? I don't, but you can bet there was a whole posse of us mature folk that took pictures of every fart-tastic sign we saw.


While in Stockholm we went as a big group, professors included, to the Absolut Ice Bar. It was HOTTTT. Not temperature-wise though, because in that sense it was actually quite cold (hello, bar made of ice). We got huge puffy capes to wear and really thick gloves because even the glasses you drink out of are made of ice. It was quite an experience.


Here I am in my sexy cape and gloves drinking my delicious raspberry vodka drink (all the drinks were fruity vodka drinks and they were all fabulous).

That about sums it up for the Stockholm highlights. Our last and final stop (sad!) was Copenhagen, Denmark, which is up next.