Preface: I know, I know. I’ve really neglected this blog. You know, at the end of August this year, this blog has been up and running (just) for ten years. Ten! Years! When I started to record all the nonsense which goes on in and around my family in Switzerland, the boys were just l’il tackers. This week, the eldest turned 21! So you can imagine, with two grown adult-children and one nearly-grown, they don’t want me splashing their antics all over the internet any more. And now I’m ten years-worth of happier and more content so I wonder, what in earth is there to blog about any more? But I want to try. I have so many things I want to share with you, if you’re still reading.
Did any of that even make sense? Probably not. Anyway, instead of blogging, lately I’ve been writing a personal diary of my daily comings and going. And on the weekend, a friend asked, “Are you going to blog about Stockholm?” so this entry is a bit of an edited copy & paste from my diary, of the first night, Friday. To hopefully get the blogging ball rolling again. Capisce?
So, Mr Mac and I went with friends to Stockholm for the weekend back at the beginning of September. These are our stories.
Yay! Stockholm day! But first, we had to get Mr Mac home from Ingolstadt (near Munich) and I had errands to run; namely to pick up his repaired gold chain from the Glatt Zentrum while giving Patrick’s girlfriend another driving lesson.
My plan was to…. well it didn’t work out so there’s no point in telling you, but I can say that Mr Mac only just made it home in time to drive out to the airport, get some essential duty-free shopping and have a beer in the lounge with our friends, Dominik & Katja. We were heading to Stockholm with them to celebrate Dominik’s birthday.
The flight to Stockholm was very sedate and lovely. Except I’ve realised how much I love flying solo. God, Mr Mac talks so much and all I want to do is put my head back, eyes closed and enjoy flying. Luckily, he and Dominik were across from each other on the aisle so Katja and I, on the window seats, were eventually left to enjoy the flight in peace and read the in-flight Swiss magazine which was serendipitously devoted to Stockholm (you can read the articles here)!
We landed in Stockholm on time and headed straight for the Arlanda Express, the train which takes you from the airport to central Stockholm. It was fast, on time and had wifi and windowsills! It was also very expensive. But it got us where we wanted to go. Once we reached Central (the name of the central railway station in Stockholm- imaginitively named), Dominik showed us how to catch the Tunnelbana (the Stockholm underground railway) to the closest stop to our hotel. Easy peasy.
The hotel, Hilton Slussen, was huge and glitzy and lovely. We had the most wonderful view over the water (Stockholm is built on islands, did you know that? I didn’t.) to the Gamla stan (“old town”). We had a little rest before heading back to Central to meet up with Dominik, Katja and two of their friends, for the evening.
After an ice-breaker drink (oh, presecient!) in the hotel bar, we headed out to the first treat Dominik had planned for us all, an hour in Stockholm’s Ice Bar. Yes, a bar, made of ice with a temperature of -7 friggin’°! The drinks are even served in glasses make of ice.
The way it works is, you have to book to get in, and you can book for an hour at a time. Because it’s so cold, the ice bar provides you with a big thermal cloak, with thermal gloves (previously worn by about a gajillion other people but I tried not to think about that. Next time, bring your own gloves.) and people don’t generally stay for more than an hour at a time. The price of the first drink is included in the entry fee. I can’t remember what I had but it was apparently one of the more popular choices. The bar itself was made entirely of ice, with icy air being blown from big vents overhead. There was even a wee sort-of snug made of ice, with an ice table and ice chairs. Of course, it was hogged something shocking so we weren’t able to sit in there and take a photo. We all had a great time, in the novel environs but got cold at around the 40 minute mark so we decided against another ice cocktail (but not before having a competition to see who could lick a hole in their ice glass first.)
After the ice bar, we headed out to Katja & Dominik’s favourite bar in Stockholm, where Craig and I were promised the best Bloody Mary we had ever tasted. And they weren’t wrong. The barman, has a special recipe mix of Worcestershire sauce and tabasco which he uses to make the drink with and they were flamin’ delicious!
I also had a French Martini...
and Mr Mac, a Cinnamon-Struck, something creamy and cinnamony but we made our excuses and left relatively early in the evening, reminding the four young ‘uns that we’re very old and need more sleep than they do.
Also, we were starving and wanted midnight snacks on the way home. We got ‘em.
Just for good measure… Stockholm at night. I call this…