CATCHING UP

So much transpired my last four days in Sweden and, having been unable to record the happenings as they happened, I find myself (yet again) unable to express them, as I should like to.

I will summarize.

Ju and I took a train to Copenhagen where we met with her friend Alessandria and Husband. We spent the day at some supposed acclaimed Museum of Art—which was mostly an exhibit of stone and sand and a small stream winding its way through four of the (limited) rooms to express special awareness. After that I was shown The Christiana by night. A sub-culture, drug-culture rebellion operating as it’s own functioning city within Copenhagen. Several blocks and a park containing the run down houses of the inhabitants, a day-care for children, cheap eats, and curtained Marijuana booths—absolutely NO CAMERAS—green lit and dingy.

A spectacle really.

I ponder the politics of such a place.

We stay over night at Alessandria’s apartment.

The next day Ju and I explore the City Center, hand-in-hand, and return home for a planned taco-feast at her flat—an evening of friends, fun and good conversation.

Smooth.

The next day we rented a car and she showed me the North, the peninsula and the forbidden, hidden art-city of Nimis (look it up): some madman building labyrinthine structures of driftwood and planks, nailed together into wooden tunnels ad walkways and towers and turrets, in an obscure location beside the sea.

Truly bloody phenomenal.

One of the neatest places I’ve ever been.

Unauthorized by the Swedish government, dangerous as Hell, and gorgeous.

Wow.

Again, I’m simply catching up. Consider this informative, at best; a record, a breadcrumb trail of words, tracing my journey. I’d love to tell you more. 

I’d love to go into detail about my time spent with Juliana—her so-bright smile and eyes and gorgeous heart. I’d love to tell you more about The Christiana, and Nimis, and the people I met. Or Juliana’s large, lazy cat with the quaky mew.

How about more cathedrals and castles?

Social observations…

Political outlook…

Insight….

—the kick-and-tell tales of a wonderer.

I had a great time in Sweden.