Arriving in Stockholm Sweden, the Kultur Festival is in full swing and I am surrounded by aliens of the pink persuasion. Then again, maybe I’m the alien.
I was thrilled to return to Europe after my whirlwind adventures here last year. And despite the reputed high cost of living and traveling in Scandanavia, I figured that in the company of a few locals like my online colleague Lola Akinmade (thanks again for lunch!), and some friends of friends who offered up wonderful slice of Swedish hospitality, I could make a go of it – Professional Hobo style!
Immediately on arrival in Stockholm, I loved the vibe, the architecture, and the people. Almost everybody I spoke to had a fairly good command of English, since my Swedish skills left something to be desired. Even in stores far of the tourist trail, I overheard flawless conversations between English-speaking customers (who I assumed to be ex-pats) and the staff.
