Safely on the other side
It took 31 hours, but I made it to Sweden without getting stranded in an airport or bus station anywhere. (A six-hour layover in an aiport with decent croissants and Laduree macaroons doesn’t count.)
The winter is postcard-perfect here: gently scuplted drifts, snow-covered spruce trees, lights in all the windows of the red and yellow wooden houses. As if on cue, three moose strolled across a neighboring field right when I came down to breakfast this morning.