In neighboring Finland saunas are a big deal, in Sweden I'd guess they just use hotel rooms instead of building specific sauna rooms. For the most part our room stayed at a balmy 29C. No AC in most hotels here, but they were generous enough to supply us with a fan. This fan was just barely powerful enough to blow receipts off the table, nothing more.
We've spent 4 nights here now and will head over to Ireland in a few hours. Southern Sweden has been a very nice place to visit, and as usual tagging along to Dr Fauchoux's conferences makes for some interesting days.
One of these glorious days of vacationing while Mel worked was spent fishing. I took a bus out of town, rented a boat, and borrowed some gear in the hopes of catching some Swedish pike, perch, or pikeperch (and I fully expected them to be blond haired and blue eyed just like everyone else in Sweden). I spent about 6 hours rowing and motoring around the lake in the sunshine, and thankfully didn't leave empty handed. Besides the nice sunburn I got I managed to catch one perch, which is infinitely better than no perch. It didn't have blonde hair or blue eyes and wasn't interested in wearing the wig or contacts I insisted on either. But it was still a fish.
Another day was spent learning about some culture and history of southern Sweden at Kulteren. I learned 3 things: 1) Mowing the top of your sod-roofed house probably sucks. 2) Creepy museums are extra creepy when you're the only one there. And 3) Having a toothache back in the day wasn't cool as the town smithy was probably the one to extract it.
I can't imagine a greater day than mowing your roof followed by having a blacksmith ever so gently extract a tooth (possibly by just slamming your head on an anvil).
Ryan
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