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little red houses with white window frames. green meadows and yellow fields ruffled by the wind. big blue lakes with small sunny islands in the middle. more little red houses. more fields. more lakes. small towns with old stone churches and tiny train stations. passing through them feels like passing through childhood memories of Bullerbü and Lönneberga, or like passing through a theme park of Scandinavia, one that comes with an endless row of postcard sites, all cleaned and polished for visitors every single morning.

this slightly surrealistic atmosphere not only flavours the countryside, but also wavers through the cities of Sweden - you can get a special taste of it when you walk through the streets of Gamlatan, the old city centre of Stockholm that is located on an island, connected to the rest of the capital with eight different bridges. and this impression even gets stronger when you make your visit late in the evening, when the night sun is reflected in the upper windows of those elegant buildings who have obviously seen so many cold winters nights and long summer days come and go that there's not much left that could bother them.

or when you visit those little islands that some Nordic god has scattered along the West coast of Sweden, just a bus-boat-bus-boat-ride away from Goeteborg Central Station, tiny idyllic islands filled with wild nature and rough winds, small harbours and small children that run around in TShirts at the beach, simply ignoring the windy weather.

or when you stroll through Malmö and are surprised by the sight of a Square that is inhabited by an Irish pub which is located next to an Asian restaurant which is beside an African coffee shop which opened right next door to a Turkish minimarket, a place where some women walk by in shorts and tops while other go in veils and some men wear Oakleys while others wear turbans and no one seems to care too much about that.

and because the sun is shining and the tables at the café MelloYello look so inviting you sit down there, and while you eat your Toast Skagen that comes with fresh Shrimps and a dill dressing, you get this feeling again that travelling is changing your world more and more, making you realize parallels and differences in places you wouldn't have expected them, letting you take fewer things for granted and more rules for questionable, turning your world into a bigger and a smaller place at the same time.

~sunsmiles to you~
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	~ train rides through Lönnebergaland ~ *a post-travelogue*
		little red houses with white window frames. green meadows and yellow fields ruffled by the wind. big blue lakes with small sunny islands in the middle. more little red houses. more fields. more lakes. small towns with old stone churches and tiny train stations. passing through them feels like passing through childhood memories of Bullerbü and Lönneberga, or like passing through a theme park of Scandinavia, one that comes with an endless row of postcard sites, all cleaned and polished for visitors every single morning. this slightly surrealistic atmosphere not only flavours the countryside, but also wavers through the cities of Sweden - you can get a special taste of it when you walk through the streets of Gamlatan, the old city centre of Stockholm that is located on an island, connected to the rest of the capital with eight different bridges. and this impression even gets stronger when you make your visit late in the evening, when the night sun is reflected in the upper windows of those elegant buildings who have obviously seen so many cold winters nights and long summer days come and go that there's not much left that could bother them. or when you visit those little islands that some Nordic god has scattered along the West coast of Sweden, just a bus-boat-bus-boat-ride away from Goeteborg Central Station, tiny idyllic islands filled with wild nature and rough winds, small harbours and small children that run around in TShirts at the beach, simply ignoring the windy weather. or when you stroll through Malmö and are surprised by the sight of a Square that is inhabited by an Irish pub which is located next to an Asian restaurant which is beside an African coffee shop which opened right next door to a Turkish minimarket, a place where some women walk by in shorts and tops while other go in veils and some men wear Oakleys while others wear turbans and no one seems to care too much about that. and because the sun is shining and the tables at the café MelloYello look so inviting you sit down there, and while you eat your Toast Skagen that comes with fresh Shrimps and a dill dressing, you get this feeling again that travelling is changing your world more and more, making you realize parallels and differences in places you wouldn't have expected them, letting you take fewer things for granted and more rules for questionable, turning your world into a bigger and a smaller place at the same time. ~sunsmiles to you~ Do back to the start