I would like to start with the fact that my sister is still alive, we are not on the same sleep cycle and my morning mood isn’t always the best. I did not kill her though, I should get some cred for that!
After another chill brekkie we checked out of the hotel and slowly made our way towards the train station, via as many shops as we could find. In one of them, Leilas General Store, I found two perfect things; one for my kitchen and one for me. I also finally got to visit a book store, they don’t seem to have too many of them in our capital, however the one we visited was BIG! At least compared to other Swedish ones. I know in other countries they are better at the art of book stores.Something real funny happened in the book store, they had year books on sale and of all the years available the two they had on display was 1980, the year I was born, and 1977, the year my sister was born. What are the odds for that?Then it was time for the fun to end, and we had to make our way back to the train station for us to return to the real world and our every day life’s. Maybe we can do it again next year…
The pitch my sister used on me to lure me on this sad and cumbersome trip to our nations capital city, was that there is a Shakespeare play playing at the Swedish national theatre – Dramaten. She knows for sure that no matter what else, I can’t really turn that down. So, on Saturday night we found ourselves all dressed up ready to be really cultural, sadly, we were almost the only ones to think that the occasion was worth dressing up for.
I managed to convince my sister that a glass of bubbly was in order (even though the pitcher of sangria might have been her breaking point, she is a full-time working mother of two (three if you count the hubby) after all) to kick us of, and allow us to stand in this amazing room.
The Shakespeare of choice is Twelfth Night, and the ensemble provided us with real good laughs, especially when they sometimes managed to add some modern twists and comments in there. It’s no easy feat to manage to get references to swedish politics in there. The time passed quickly and it was a bit sad when it was over, kudos for the amazing job. The only small complaint I can have on this totally beautiful theater is the chairs, my poor body was kind of hurting a tad after all the walking this day, it didn’t get any better from sitting in uncomfortable wooden chairs for a couple of hours. However that’s almost forgotten by now. I almost forgot, on our way from our hotel to Dramaten, we walked past a bar with an outdoor serving area, and guess who was sitting there!?!?!! Our dear prince and his fiancée…had my mother not raised me so well, I might had stopped to take a picture, I didn’t though so you have to take my word for it.
During our walking day my lovely sister got serious cravings for tapas, so as the good little sister I am, I googled the Tapas places closest to our hotel. I found a couple and based on random internet reviews we settled on a place called Aqui Tapas & Bar. Before we left the place, I told my sister that I had to remember to take a picture from the outside for the blog, do you think we remembered? No, I didn’t. Looking back it also would’ve been nice with individual pictures of each dish, for the plain reason that each dish was just so damn good, however, since they were so good I was too busy stuffing my face to think about sharing the experience with you guys.
Anyhow, as we walked in, it seem that we got pretty much the last available table, yey! The service was fab from start to end, so it didn’t take long before we had a pitcher of yum Sangria on our table. We then ordered a whole bunch of the dishes of their menu, and I think it was a real good thing that we were on a deadline, otherwise we could’ve been sitting their all night.If I remember correctly there was some tomato mozzarella (required eating pretty much every place that have it on the menu), bacon wrapped goat cheese, salmon ceviche, meatballs, cheese platter and something bread with cheese on the inside. Oh, man it was good. And as already mentioned the service was fab, attentive but not over attentive, quick and with all smiles.
I think that both me and sis would love to go back here on another visit to the big city.
Saturday morning started with breakfast of course (well, maybe it started with my sister almost getting her head bitten of due to my morning temper, might or might not have something to do with me still being single) shown in the previous post before we headed out. The hotel was close to so many nice things that we could just walk to. We started with checking out the National Library of Sweden.Feeling very deep and artistic after feeling the wings of the ages, we turned our step towards the Museum of Modern Art, a nice walk in the sun as Stockholm was showing its best side. A small recommendation if visiting this specific museum, stay away from the exhibition called “I’ve been to hell and back”, unless you want to be traumatized for life! Just sayin. Having my own spidy at home, I do like theirs…In order to try to recover from our trauma, since no one warned us about the exhibition, we found a nice little ‘park’ called Kungsträdgården that included a small cafe that could provide us with a snack and something to calm the nerves. What completely made my sisters day, if not weekend, was the free skittles they were handing out as we continued on our merry way.With the sad, sad weather, all that blue sky and sunshine, we just had to go inside and check out some of the malls all around the center of Stockholm. Finishing of the walking session of the day with frozen yoghurt, you are all more than welcome to enter the competition of guessing which one is mine and which one is my sisters. This far everyone has gotten it right, I don’t get how. I was considering adding our dinner to this post, it was just so damn good though that it deserves its very own post!