When summer vacation feels like a dream you read about in a poem.
Instead of thinking about the shit storm that was 2016, I’m just gonna reminisce about all the cool places I got to visit! Hooray for navel-gazing oblivion!
Today I was up just after the sun, trudging through my going-away party hangover to spend the whole day in airplanes and airports, in a state somewhere between sleeping and awake. I got to Stockholm around 6 p.m., ate dinner, then went out to meet a friend. I left a bar on the South Islands… Continue reading Summer sun in Stockholm