Back here again in Scandinavia. My first impression was a very strong, "Why did I choose this?" Every time I try to quantify three months away from Tracy, family, friends, (don't forget birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years), my mind goes blank; I'm starting to think it's a safety mechanism. Well, as our parents always told us--life is about sacrifices. I'm guess I'm truly living now.
A
tiny spit of man-made land,
Peberholm enables quick transit between Denmark and Sweden. This stretch of territory seems terminally covered in a thick haze--speaking from my vast experience of twice.
Next was an
art-walk through Malmö while I missed my transfer to lovely Linköping; it was the same city and hotel, but colder and darker. Not all returns are welcomed.
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