It's cold in Stockholm. It's crazy beautiful. I love winter, when it's winter. When it's snowy, crisp, frozen.
I was happy.
Strindberg was cold.
And many people had this expression on their faces because of the -13 temperature this morning.
So beautiful. I love my city. Love it.
But my kids are all saying we should find warmth. So went to travel agent, where catalogs featuring my own family pushed me over the edge to book a trip.
We'll see how that goes.
