Kiruna

Leaving the hotel early wasn’t a problem. The snow wasn’t a problem either and it just wasn’t all that cold to a “born in Minnesota gal.” My first challenge was finding the T stop tucked back in a construction zone followed by trying to figure out the ticket machines and the gates. As it turns out, paper ticket holders have to be let in by a physical operator….

Central Station to the Arlanda Express wasn’t all that hard either nor was checking into Norwegian Air. Security ran faster and smoother than anything I have seen from TSA. And then I waited and waited. We left about 30 minutes late and arrived in Kiruna after 1300.

Did I mention this trip is a photo tour?

Didn’t think so.

Anyway, the pair of photographers/guides are from Sweden (Peter) and Australia (David) met us at the airport. One of my fellow travelers did what anyone with sense knows not to: he packed his meds in his checked luggage. Which of course never made it from LA to Stockholm. Cue a couple of hours of waiting while Peter helped him get new scripts and meds picked up from the apoteka.  End result was that it was 1600 by the time we arrived in camp and could get settled.

We had dinner around 1730. BTW – hours of light are only about Five.


and the cabin I have to myself….I really think I need some sleep…

 

 

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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