We spent our first few days abroad in Stockholm, sleeping in a boat/hotel. The weather was mostly sunny, the wine was light but nice and there was all the pickled herring you could eat. I love pickled herring (yes, it’s an aquired taste). Swedes are a lot friendlier than they appear to be in the Bergman movies.
We were somewhere over the Atlantic when the terror scare gripped Britain, and we landed in Dublin airport, not Heathrow, so we missed the bag checks/liquid prohibitions. We’ll see how the return trip goes. So far, the greatest danger has been learning to drive on the other side of the road. It’s comparable to driving at high speeds, backwards. Any drive that we can walk away from is a good drive.