Arrived to downpour.
We're glad our host met us at the station.
Our host walks fast. Hyper fast.
We're in her home. Her real home.
She and her three are away for the week.
The apartment is large and perfect for ours.
It's atop a five story building with balconies galore.
Dormers break up the rooftops.
The only real challenge, only stairs.
Playstation 3 is officially a hit.
So are the toys for the boys,
And quotes for the girl.
The espresso machine brings a smile to our face,
The coffee in Stockholm was a bit of a waste.
Every morning we all go to "school",
Then head out the door for some fun.
I went for a run, but that's not normal.
Everyone here rides their bike.
Autumn had a tough morning,
Adjusting her clock.
She's going to wake up a little earlier.
Yesterday we stocked up on food,
Then wandered by boat, and by foot.
We ended atop The Round Tower,
After spiraling up the yellow brick road.
Halfway up was one of my favorite exhibits.
Instead of stale descriptions of boring old things,
They wrote them in poems.
Perhaps that's why I wrote this blog in such a way.
* A poet, I am not. So try not to laugh at my attempt.
** Accompanying photos
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| In Stockholm, Nicole found her kindred spirit. Here, Autumn has found hers. |
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| Statues in the main shopping square |
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| This is the path to the top of Round Tower. Seven orbits, then a spiral staircase to the observatory. |
Poetic descriptions
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| Leaving our mark. |
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