Stockholm!  We woke up around 7, enjoyed the complimentary breakfast, which was literally bonkers with people (literally literally bonkers, fwiw.)  Then we wen ton deck, drank terrible coffee, and took pictures.

Our tourguide for Stockholm was an awesome guy named Soren.  He took us to a lot of the highlights and some nice views of town, but he also took us to some less well-visited places and gave us a solid feel for teh city.  He even took us to his apartment (to his wife’s surprise!) to show us a typical Stockholm condo.

It was cool.  I could go on and on about how great Stockholm was, but I think I’ll just have to go back sometime and do it more justice.  Th eone story I will tell is about our guide.  We were in a (totally rad) black Saab sedan.  We drove up to where the king lives and stop the car as Soren is telling us what’s what.  He notices the guard looking at us and says “That guard isn’t doing his job, we’re not allowed to drive our car up here.”  Then he rolls down the car window and gets the guard’s attention.  When the guard approaches, he asks (in English) “Is the king home?”  The guard says no, the king is in France, and the guide says  “Oh, okay, nevermind,” rolls up the window and drives away.  If that’s not funny, I don’t know what is.

After the guide, we qajaqt (uvular stops, per original Inuit pronounciation) around S.holm for awhile (Thanks, Tracy!  You are the best every for suggesting this to us and I am forever in your debt!)  We got a tad lost, but made it back to port with our arms intact.  Then we wandered some more, almost went to a Swedish Tex-Mex place for dinner (Dad wouldn’t let me), and called it a night.
Seriously fantastic place though.  I definitely want to go back and spend way more time, especially if the weather is as warm and the lake is as inviting.