To land in Stockholm, and have my first port-of-call be a place that some of my best friends had stayed in not two months earlier, was a welcome point of connection to my San Francisco community.
A tale of three sketchbooks in Sweden.
Sweden
Sketching Sweden: A full-circle return to Stockholm
On a brisk Sunday morning in Stockholm, I can remember the feeling of being on the brink of it all. As though hidden behind a cobblestoned bend of its own, our future lay out of sight, but still within reach.
Giving thanks on the road: Putting it down to experience.
Even as I mourn the pumpkin pie I won’t be having here today in Delhi, I’m still incredibly grateful for the experiences this year has brought me – grateful for the way each has been a portal into some pretty brilliant new connections and friendships.
More than meatballs: My love affair with Swedish cuisine.
My time in the village of Åre, Sweden, was supposed to be about skiing, but what I found myself exploring with as much energy as the piste was the Swedish cuisine of the Jämtland region – from savory reindeer meat to tangy cloudberries.
On pancakes and poetry.
In my mind, this trip to Åre was closing out a chapter—and to find it ending in the same country where it began nearly four years ago, with the same exact meal, was a fitting kind of symmetry to the literary geek in me.
Ready, set, zipline: Five steps to humility on a Swedish zipline.
Lately, I’ve started to laugh at myself more–finding the humility to admit I won’t always have it together or nail a new activity the first time I try it. I couldn’t have done so soon enough.
A tale of two Swedens.
I was recently invited to a Swedish ski resort called Åre. The region’s alpine landscape promises to be a world away from Stockholm’s cobblestoned streets—but it’s a world I can’t wait to explore.
In search of the wild dala.
“My favorite thing is to go where I’ve never been.” — Diane Arbus Little Sweden USA. It’s an unusual title to hear no matter where you happen to be in the States, but perhaps even more so in a place like Kansas. But such is the claim to fame held by Lindsborg, a little town … Read More
Travels with my brother.
“And that’s the wonderful thing about family travel: it provides you with experiences that will remain locked forever in the scar tissue of your mind.” — Dave Barry My brother is a man of few words. I was reminded of this when he picked me up from the airport in Wichita, Kansas, last Friday night. … Read More