Stockholm weirdly reminds me of parts of Madrid. Have I already mentioned this? It's something about the style of architecture and the small, very specialized shops and the fact that you can find pick-and-mix candy everywhere.
Elevators here are a little scary because there are some that only surround you with 2 or 3 walls instead of 4. This means you can see the elevator shaft whizzing past you and could touch it if you wanted. (But there are illustrated signs warning of the dangers of actually doing this.)
People are not surprised that I speak English well. Does this make Sweden the most open-minded country I've ever lived in with respect to that, apart from the good old USA? Seriously, even in England, there was a bit of an assumption that English would not be my native language.
I've seen some very attractive Swedish people (almost all women) but the city is not exactly crawling with supermodel types as I'd been promised. Disappointing.
Finally, every Saturday we've been here, we've seen at least one loud group of women parading around in honor of a bride-to-be, who's wearing some kind of hideous outfit with a tiara or animal ears, and she's got a list of tasks to complete. And this inevitably takes place around noon. I'm used to this kind of thing at night, where the bars are. A couple of weeks ago we were having lunch at a falafel place when one of these groups came in and the bride kissed one of the cooks. I was so afraid she was going to kiss Owen on her way out, but she just gave him a big smile and said hello. He was fascinated.
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