Stockholm, we meet again.

So I've made it back to Stockholm! But I didn't make it back without complications. Sunday afternoon, at the Lyon airport when checking in for my flight, I was told to go to the police station. Due to issues and misunderstandings with my Swedish visa, I apparently had no choice but to go back to Canada. I was surprisingly calm about the whole situation and ended up having casual and humorous conversation with the police officer. I should have been panicking when my flight started boarding 30 minutes before departure while I was still at the police station getting things sorted out. I still hadn't checked in my baggage, and still needed to go through security. With 15 minutes before take off, the problem was finally resolved. I rushed through check-in, security, bought last-minute souvenirs, and hopped on the plane just in time. The rest of the trip to Stockholm was as smooth as a baby's bottom. I arrived at Arlanda airport with a huge smile on my face, anxiously waiting to see my sister, Lori, whom I haven't seen in 7 months, and whom I've missed dearly. I exited baggage claim, saw my sister, and we hugged for I don't know how long. I'd be lying if I said there were no tears involved. First stop after the airport? McDonalds!

The next day was spent relaxing, being lazy, and watching movies - oh how I've missed days like those. Tuesday, we spent some time in the city. As I walked through the streets of Stockholm, I felt as though I'd never left. All was still very familiar to me, nothing had changed. We did a bit of shopping at Åhléns, some comic book shopping in Gamla Stan, had kebabs for dinner, and some ice cream at Kungsträdgården. Today, Lori and I visited the National Ancient History Museum where we ventured through Sweden's history as early as 500AD. We then went to Kulturhuset with the intention of taking a picture of Sergels Torg, as a great view can be seen on the top floor. After taking a few photos, we explored the rest of the building, where the discovered a graffiti art exhibition. We walked through it, fascinated by the different types of street art - the unique materials and colours used, and the unusual techniques of executing such works of art.

We then met up with Liatrice, who just finished work, to take the train home together. We got onto the train, where I would meet the most handsome little boy. As he sat with his parents, he would turn back every now and then to slickly try to catch a glimpse of us. This continued for the entire trip until he had to leave with his parents. After seeing his father whisper something in his ear, he came up to me, stuck out his hand and said "hej!" with the cutest smile I've ever seen. I think my heart melted.

Ps. Home-cooked food.. I've missed you so much.