I am having a lovely day of rest in Stockholm while Mom’s out touring.  I woke with a scratchy throat and cough so I thought a day of leisurely packing, coughing in the privacy of our room, was the best call.  I’m actually not even upset to have missed Stockholm…although Mom may change my opinion if she returns with glowing tales.  It’s nice to have a bit of time to relax before we begin our long (20 hours by my estimate) return journey tomorrow.

Last night eight of us gathered for dinner in the Silk Road restaurant, enjoying sushi, warm mushroom salad, various main courses, wine and convivial company.  It was a great way to begin our trip’s ending—sharing food, stories and companionship with friends new and old.

I’ve got so many wonderful memories from this trip.  Wandering alone through Copenhagen.  Listening to Mom’s poetry reading and watching the response of friends and strangers.  Meeting Arie in London and our lovely dinner. Meeting Gigi on the dock and parting again, too soon.  The white nights in St. Petersburg.  Delicious meals.  Amazing company.  Lush performances by incredibly talented musicians.  An adventure I hope to savor for many years to come.

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