Best Western Hotel Scheele
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- Non-smoking hotel
- Multilingual staff
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Grandma Sig's Birthplace
One of the reasons we wanted to travel to Sweden is to see this beautiful country, that neither Cindy nor I had ever visited. The other reason is that Bruce's Great Grandmother grew up in this small town just west of Stockholm.
Bruce was fortunate to really know his great grandmother, Signe Anderson.
Bruce went back to his roots when we stopped ...
This past weekend, I took the short 2.5 hour flight over to Sweden, to spend some time with Katelyn visiting a friend from Laurentian, Caroline, who is spending her semester studying in Vasteras, Sweden .
I arrived in Stockholm just after 2 o'clock. I had 4 hours until I had to be at the airport to meet Katelyn before heading to Vasteras. With all this free time, I decided to walk around the city. This is the first time since ...
... or at least in this part of Sweden, as the government changed the national post office. Instead you can buy postage and send packages from many stores, like Press or ICA.
If you are in Sweden during the winter months take a moment to try a Semla pastry. Sweden has amazing desserts, to go with Fika. Semla is whole wheat bun, filled with cardamom/almond paste, ...
... that we were laying in the mud and we still had to enter the club. I won't hide, security looked at us like freaks, but we didn't want to skip that night, just because we were dirty, haha! And I am glad we didn't as that night brought more friendships and more fun in all that Erasmus life!
By getting more 'locals' in Sweden, we found out few great parties to party, though we were to young to enter those, but we always smiled and always won, haha! And ...
... it as he easy, his eyes are yellow and look angry. His Grey fur hides a lot more.
The little chickens are in the laundry. The incubator hums quietly – it was once a refrigerator and the people they bought it off were quite the MacGyver family. Beside the no-longer-a-fridge is a rather flat large cage with at least ten baby chickens in side, huddling beneath a red heat lamp. Some are mere minutes old, their yellow plumage (twice in one blog! – plumage!) still ...