Forget the Hop on Hop off bus – the only way to do Stockholm is by boat since it’s made up of loads of islands.
As over-excited girls do, we rushed our way to the back of the boat to get the best views. I was ready to fight someone to get those seats – little did I know that soon it would be raning and windy as hell and we’d have to search for a seat inside. Karma.
Anyway, here we are still happy and oblivious to what was coming.
I love a good boat tour. It was more of a big canal boat than the speed boat that I’m into. Yeah, daredevil right? Don’t worry about it.
We popped on our headphones, switched it to English and the picture-taking process began. You know, the 1392354036802 same tourist pictures that you take and will probably never look at again.
Good thing I have a blog.
I was a happy bunny, learning all about Stockholm. I’ve genuinely always wanted to come to Sweden (mostly to eat Swedish meatballs which I now cannot do) but still.
The boat was good, but after an hour and a half of it I got fidgety. Some people were actually asleep on the boat. I shit you not.
Once we were off, we stretched our legs and walked over to Gamla Stan, which is the Old Town.
With a wee few photo ops along the way.
The old town is so pretty. If you visit, make sure you go down the small, windy roads that come off of the main streets.
We decided to stroll a little more and get lost somewhere.
We ended up here. Somewhere probably high up on someones tourist list, but since our Stockholm research revolved around Fika places and ABBA, we had absolutely no idea what it was.
We peaked inside and holy shit.
Can I get married here? Please?