Skene to Stockholm, Sunday, September 7

When Ulrika mentioned we would leave early, I had my own idea. She just meant before 2 pm. AFTER the Swedish breakfast.

They had prepared their camper or caravan for me to sleep in. It was absolutely perfect. My own potty, electric cooker for tea, and a cozy bed. I felt like the New Zealand author Janet Frame in the dramatized bio movie, Angel at my Table (very last scene).

So because we had such a late dinner, this a.m. we had what was intended as our after dinner (last night's) snack. Nevertheless, a full smorgasbord. Ulrika said before we depart (noon?) we'll have a second breakfast with eggs and bacon to hopefully catch up. I'm personally not sure I can eat a second breakfast after all that I had at the ender/starter meal.

After eating again we left for Stockholm around 2. We stopped at a roadside plaza for the restroom and to climb around in an abandoned castle. I know, not what you'd expect in the US. It was modest, with a tower and several rooms, built in the mid-1600s for the equivalent of a Grand Duke's wife, who died 2 years after the castle was finished. It fell into ruin in the mid-1700s due to a fire.

The drive to Stockholm is long; it took us over 6 hours with stops: a bathroom/ruin break, then a meal break. I didn't need it but Ulrika was tired and a bathroom would be nice before hitting city traffic. At some point Ulrika’s husband, Stefan, phoned to say they’d found the wallet. Yay!

We got in around 8:15 pm. and sorted out bags into the room where I can stay at her school/college for 2 nights

moose eating apples from the backyard apple trees

at the truckstop ruin