Helsinki to Stockholm by overnight ferry. The travel guy said so. Get up at dawn as the ship enters Swedish waters, go to the deck, and look around.
I could tell close to morning when the ferry had left the Baltic Sea, and entered the Swedish archipelago. The up and down rocking was a much smaller shift, and less disturbing to the psyche. (The shifts of body in space feels like either planes (turbulence), cars (potholes) or boats (shifting waters). One has to remember where a body is, when jolted awake at some odd hour because Something Isn't Right. Ah, yes, it was the waves, or the current, or the wind.)
Dawn was stunning. The islands were peppered with cottages and houses, and shacks and mansions. The dawn was pink, the waters were calm. It was quiet, with few people up and out. Temps were <40 degrees F. We shivered as we took pictures.
I am told by Swedish friends that you don't identify yourself by profession. When someone asks about you, you say where you live, and then where you spend summers. Wouldn't that be hygge?
I love this. What a lovely thing to see.
Posted by: claudia | Wednesday, November 28, 2018 at 06:21 AM
I'm glad you listened to the travel guy.
Posted by: Carole | Wednesday, November 28, 2018 at 06:30 AM
How wonderful to be in a place where you are more than you do. The photos are stunning. Can't wait to hear more of your adventure!
Posted by: margene | Wednesday, November 28, 2018 at 10:04 AM