My cousins live in the country north of Stockholm, closer to a place called Uppsala. There's kilometres of ice on the land for skating and a fresh snow fall. As soon as I got off the plane this morning the same sensation hit me as in Norway when I went to at World's End. It was bright. Really bright. It made me reminiscint of home with how the light is here. I couldn't keep my eyes open. The same thing happened when I returned home to Canada in the summer from England. It's as though the country of England just lives under a constant haze. It's like stepping out from the darkness into the beam of a pair of headlights.
No photos from Sweden yet, but here's one from my daytrip into Oslo yesterday with Anette:

A view of the Oslo frozen over harbour by the Opera House.
Oh and, it's pretty sweet to be in Sweden just as Canada kicked their ass in the World Junior Hockey Championship gold medal game yesterday! Wooooooo!!

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