Stockholm: Dining at Den Gyldene Freden

Sweden

The last evening of any worldly trip deserves an authentic meal. And in Stockholm, there’s no better place to dine than at Gamla Stan’s Den Gyldene Freden (Österlånggatan 51; gyldenefreden.se), which dates back to 1722 and remains the oldest restaurant in the world to retain its original interior.

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Whatever a city’s size, three days is not enough

Stockholm, Sweden, Travel

Is it really my last day in Stockholm?

I need another night. Just one more.

Not that I didn’t see everything I wanted to see. I did. More than once. It’s just that three days of sightseeing does not leave enough room for everything else. Like, say, shopping. Eating. Meeting people. Making friends.

Curse my pre-booked flight. I could have made good use of an entire Sunday.

Swirling clouds, sunny skies

Sweden

There is nothing, NOTHING like a productive day when you’re traveling. Far too often I find my plans taking much more time than anticipated, and I’m left either rushing through the end pieces or skipping them entirely. But despite the full force gales that kept us walkers pinned against the bridge railings, ripping the scarves right off our necks, I was able to do, well, pretty much everything I wanted to do in Stockholm. And it’s only my first full day!

Dear Old Stockholm

Sweden

Traveling without a camera is like swimming without limbs. My lovely pink camera finally kicked it today as I entered Gamla Stan and for the moments after (or at least for the next two hours), I was drowning in defeat. But a quick trip to the Sony Center and three Benjamins later, I am the slightly regretful but nonetheless relieved owner of a BETTER pink camera. Which, by the way, takes panoramas. How awesome.

Farvel København (for now)

Denmark

It’s always so strange leaving a city you could see yourself loving if only given the time. Even the mere four days I stayed in Copenhagen built within me such strong connections to specifics—the colors of Nyhavn, the perpetually packed corner cafés, the wide open squares, the characteristic church and palace spires, Rebekka’s hospitality, the statue of H.C. Andersen and his grave near my own room—that I found myself saying goodbye to them one by one. Waving from the train. Promising my heart that I’d be back. (Tivoli won’t be open till April 14th. I can’t just NOT see Tivoli, right? Right.)