Why is it the night before travel is always one of restless sleep?  Perhaps it has to do with anxiety about missing flights, but I also think the brain is actively collating experiences, savoring memories, straightening out the archives.

While I missed the official tour of Stockholm yesterday, I was treated to a view of the city (lovely broad boulevards with greenbelts and parks down the middle) and the surrounding countryside (streams, golf courses, woods, and lupine-lined fields).  It looks like a place that would be fun to come back to for exploration and hiking, fishing and golf.

We toted up the hours we´ll be traveling today and it comes to 19 hours from the time we left the cabin to our estimated landing in Los Angeles.  We have a brief layover in Heathrow, but nothing worth even seeking out the club lounge unless the gates are literally next door to each other.

I´m looking forward to my British Airways pod and a brief nap followed by a private movie-fest during our 11 hours from Heathrow to LAX.  But most of all, I´m looking forward to seeing Dan again.  Two weeks is about 12 days too long to be connected only via email.  Next time, I´m putting him in my luggage.

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