This is the Stockholm sindrome for me. Drinking tea on some cold cold morning aboard my hostel, casino, boat on the Sodermalm docks. Inside everything was quiet and peacefull. Outside, the stone cold snow didn't let you think. Just on how to arrive to the next warm stop. A museum? A shop selling Elves clothes? A park full of surprises? Mushrooms looking over the ice hockey street improvised kid challenge at noon. Enjoy Stockholm.
