"Hurr morr du?" -John, Jeron and Par
"J-Rod came out last night." -All of Stockholm
"There were no hot girls at that party, anyway." -Daniel, upon leaving a party were there were only hot girls
- We got to Stockholm and Daniel picked us up at the airport. After some rest and grocery shopping (more difficult than it sounds), we all put on Patrik's tight Swedish clothes and headed out. We went to a dinner place that served only beef, potatoes and beer. Then, we swung by Daniel's, hit a nice outdoor bar in a park, then went to a great bar that I can't pronounce, much less spell. Then, Laroy's, followed by a stint at White Room, and to a late night dance place. We were all freaked out that it never gets totally dark - just gets dusky and then bright again. That means time for bed.
- We set out the next day for a big day on the town, but ended up spending the day with Michael and friends in a park by the water. The Stockholm Marathon was on, so we cheered on the runners. We went to some house parties, including one in an amazing apartment formerly owned by a Nobel Prize winner (now by his family). Then we went to White Room again until well after the sun came up. Crazy night!
- I'm going to miss this city. People are unbelievably friendly. It is pretty and serene during the day and tons of fun at night. The city and the transportation systems seem to be integrated with the land and water here. We ate outside on the water with Patrik and his girlfriend Helena tonight. So good.
- I bought tight, tapered jeans. I'm ready to stay.
- Patrik and Daniel were the greatest hosts ever. They are always welcome to come eat traditional American food, stink up my apartment and wear my "American" clothes.
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