Sweden: Still no Meatballs

We didn't try so hard to look for meatballs today, so maybe it's not Sweden's fault.  

Today, we gave up on Marc's camera (and iPod and bag...) as gone for good.  Alas, but such things happen.  There are, unfortunately, people who won't leave things that don't belong to them alone.  This sort of shaped a good portion of our day.  Marc and one of the hostel staff consulted fairly early on a plan of attack, which culminated in Marc's heading to the police station to file a police report (later to be submitted as part of an insurance claim).  Michael and I headed quickly to a grocery store, picked up some breakfast, and then set out to spend some time exploring.

 

We didn't stray too far from the hostel, or from the main sections of Stockholm, since we had no idea when Marc would wrap up with the police and rejoin us.  We wandered through the city, stopping here and there as it pleased us.  We eventually wound up in a giant, Macy's-esque department store called NK.  Marc eventually wound up meeting us here, regaling us with his story while Michael and I sat on massage chairs.

Our walk continued after our threesome regrouped, to another store where we found dinner for ourselves.  We carted this for a good few hours across the city until finally arriving near one of Stockholm's amusement parks (speaking of expensive- you pay an admission fee to the park, and then you STILL have to pay for the rides!) on the water, where we sat and ate.

A leisurely loop through a park completed our day.  Tomorrow we're heading off to Copenhagen, the last city of our two-month excursion.  By this time next week, I and my newly-callused feet will be residing in the Capital Region again.  Make your plans with me now, while I'm still free!