Stockholm

This past weekend, we zipped over to Stockholm, Sweden, birthplace of Ikea, H&M, Pippy Long Stockings and half of the Vancouver Canucks. It was a quick trip for me, just Saturday and Sunday, but John stayed into the week for a conference. The conference was one excuse to go, the really cheap flights another, and the best reason was my good friend from growing up at West Hawk Lake, Caroline Hyslop, moved to Stockholm three months ago.

Given that we had got back from Canada on Monday, and my Mom and Grandpa were in town for a quick visit Thursday and Friday, we didn’t get to read the guide book so we had no expectations...

We had a 1.5 hour bus ride from the airport into Stockholm to check out the scenery. Forests, lakes, farms, cottages – were we back in Canada? It looked exactly like driving from WH to Kenora...

Right after we arrived at our hotel, Caroline and Pelle, her Swedish boyfriend, met us in the lobby. We walked through the shopping and financial district of downtown to get to their beautifully appointed apartment for drinks. Pelle chose traditional Swedish restaurant for dinner: it was a great place and he made delicious food recommendations. Over dinner we got to hear the full story of how they met and had a whirlwind romance in New Zealand before Caroline decided to make the big move.

After dinner, they walked us along the rest of the main harbour and through the old town. There was a wildlife photo exhibit open to the public which we meandered through. It had some amazing shots of African animals, eagles soaring, sharks hunting, and even polar bears from Churchill, Manitoba romping in the snow. Continuing on, we passed the opera house, parliament, a huge palace, grand museums, and quaint shops and cafes. We loved Stockholm instantly and couldn’t wait to go back in the daylight.

We met back up with Caroline and Pelle on Sunday. We lucked out with sunny weather, but it was crisp. We cruised the harbour by day and wow, was it ever beautiful! The leaves on the trees in the parks were turning orange, the water was sparkling in the sun, and attractive, colourful buildings surrounded the water’s edge. Any pictures we have, don’t do it justice. As we walked, Pelle told us great stories of Stockholm and Sweden’s history. We sure picked the right tour guide.

We enjoyed coffees on our walk which took us through a lovely park, before John left for his conference. Instead of walking back, he took a ferry through the water ways. Pelle, Caroline and I ate shrimp, egg and mayo sandwiches outside at a restaurant. The restaurants and cafes all had blankets in their outdoor seating areas, which I thought was a great idea. I’m so cold all the time, I need them in the restaurants. Pelle left us girls to chat and we walked through the old town and then hiked up the stairs of a look out tower to get a full view of the city.

It was a lovely weekend. Thanks Caroline and Pelle for the great visit and for touring us around Stockholm. Caroline, you sure picked a charming city to live in, and a charming man to share it with.

Canada

Our trip home to Canada…

John left England 1.5 weeks before me. In honour of our 4th anniversary on Aug. 23, John went to a stag party in Vegas with 10 other guys. So we delayed our celebration until the lake, and John had a great opportunity to catch up with Kristian and the guys.

I arrived in Winnipeg on September 1st. I took a cab from the airport to my sister’s house and enroute got in a four car minor accident, caused by the driver behind my cab looking at another four car accident on the side of the road. Once my shaking stopped, I laughed that one off.

Sarah left a car for me at her house, my brother-in-law’s BMW. I had a sweet drive out to the lake with the tunes cranked. Before long I was at the Lake!!! It was hot and the cottage looked amazing. Mom had a new deck put in. I had fun exploring all the familiar parts of the cottage and seeing what was new.

Sarah and Kevin bought a new cottage this past winter, just down the bay from Mom’s. I called Sarah for a pick up. She hopped in her boat and about 15 seconds later was buzzing around the cliff, baby on her back. I was thrilled to see them, I had been so excited for the whole week before. Sarah and Kev’s new cabin is fantastic! They have done so much work on it and it looks amazing.

It was a big change going from densely populated London to the Canadian wilderness with no one around. I’d never been at the lake so late in the season. The leaves were holding their colour, the air temperature was still warm, but the lake was quite cool. I did manage four swims during the week though.

The first night jet lag kicked in and I woke up a few times. I was all alone in the “penthouse” of the new guest cabin and I had the windows and door to the screen porch wide open. The wind was howling. I was awakened the first time by some guys on the road behind the cabin shining their flash lights in my window. That scared the crap out of me. They went away when I turned my light on and hopefully they were just some of my brother’s friends. Then the wind started slamming the screen door, which I was too scared to get up and close, then chipmunks were walking through the forest scaring the crap out of me. Why couldn’t I just fall asleep! Where was John when I needed him?

On Sunday, as she did every morning at 8:00, Sarah called, to wake me up for our morning walk. She had been doing it every day in the summer with Mom and the other lake ladies, Cole on her back. We enjoyed the day in the sun on the dock and John arrived with his Grandma in the afternoon. John and Kev watched some football at Mark’s place and then S&K hosted a delicious dinner with a bunch of friends.

We had a perfect and relaxing week at the lake. A few cloudy days but most were nice and warm. We spent our days hanging out, doing lake things, playing with Cole, visiting with Sarah, hearing about her summer, playing cribbage. We had dinner one night over at John’s Grandma’s, we circumnavigated the lake in the boat, we tested out Mom’s cool new pedal kayak and we played a round of golf. It was just the down time we needed and we got our lake fix for the year.

After the lake, John flew back to Van and went to see his sister on Vancouver Island. Sarah, Cole and I flew to Calgary to see Mom and Stan. I couldn’t get enough of playing with Cole, he was so cute, especially on the plane ride. On the ride to Mom’s from the airport I was reminded of how magnificent the prairie skies are. It is so beautiful there; I love the rolling fields and hills and the white mountains on the horizon.

On Saturday, Sarah went horse back riding and helped Stan moved cows while Mom and I babysat Cole. We had a lovely day going to the farmer’s market in Cochrane, working in Mom’s beautiful garden, flower arranging, and making dinner for Mom’s birthday party that night. A big crew of family came over, which included lots of blond kids, four under six. That added a whole new dynamic to the evening. After a big walk through Church Ranches on Sunday, I flew to Vancouver. I left Mom on her birthday again: sorry Mom.

Vancouver was hot and sunny the whole week we were there – we sure lucked out. It was a busy week with lots of errands to run but did manage to fit in several hours in the sun in Lindsay’s exquisite garden. One day, John’s Mom and I spent an afternoon speed gardening at our house. It was so great back the blackberry bushes, tidying things up and seeing how much things had grown. I miss working in our garden.

One evening, I met my friend Vanessa for a walk on Kits Beach along my old walking route. As we approached the shore, the scene took by breath away! I had forgotten how stunning it was there. Mountains, water, city. What an incredible place to live.

We had a few nights enjoying long dinners and conversations with Ken and Lindsay, and we had a few nights visiting with friends at pre-wedding events, Joy’s girls night and the “out of towners” get together.

Joy and Kristian’s wedding was on Saturday night and it was amazing! Every detail was so beautiful, ingenious, and well planned. The dinner was delicious, the speeches were funny and sweet and the company was second to none. We were so happy we could be there to celebrate with them. Seeing all our friends having so much fun was the perfect way to cap off the trip.

Our departure on Sunday wasn’t too sad because we had staggered the goodbyes, and we would be seeing Mom and Gramps in a week and Lindsay and Ken at Christmas. It helped to know we would be arriving in a familiar place with jobs, friends and place to live, as opposed to last year.

What a wonderful visit back to Canada. We had such a feeling of home every place we went. Thank you to all our family and friends for your hospitality. We loved our visits with you and we miss you! Dan, sorry for the delay in getting this blog posted.