Pickled Herring

So, I learned a lesson yesterday. It wasn't fun.

I arrived in Gothenberg, Sweden after flying through Copenhagen. Sure I wasn't feeling super after eating only a croissant and 2 swedish candy bars that day. But then the luggage belt in the baggage claim stops. Without me finding my bags. My bags with all my research and notes in them…

Don't worry, the major freak out didn't happen later, after dinner, when only one of my bags showed up at the hotel. The bag without the research in it. And then a bunch of Swedish people were telling me how weird it was for them to be separated.

Yep, i felt pretty stupid all night for putting six weeks worth of work into that suitcase, most of which isn't in my computer yet. I think I may have sworn faith to a number of religions during the night. But the next morning, my sturdy blue suitcase was waiting for me, with 20 pounds of paper inside. Sweet relief.

On a brighter note, I ate some really good pickled herring at dinner. We ordered this giant sampler thing with like 6 kinds of pickled herring, and it comes with Swedish cheese to eat it with, and boiled new potatoes. Very tasty.

More to come from the land of Vovlos...