The Swedish Man Who Went Up The Hill And Came Down With All The Strawberries

A photo-log of Saturday : Our visit to Sweden 

(My apologies I've included so many photos. 

You might look at it this way: I could've uploaded all 248 photos rather than just 20). 

Tim and Isaac in the train station.  In order to get to Helsingborg, Sweden, we had to take two trains and a ferry.  Isaac was disappointed our travels did not also include a bus, so he made up a song: No no no, bus-a-bus, no no no, bus-a-bus, no no no, dad said no.  ...  Poor kid, must've been traumatizing.

Tim, after telling Isaac "no."  Screaming ensued.  (BTW, isn't Tim cute?)

Me, holding said screaming child.

Like father like son.

A Train Picnic.  As you can see, Isaac is not quite clear on the difference between 'sucking' and 'blowing.'

Tim told Isaac to kiss me for a photo, but I think he went to sleep instead.

Do you feel like we're staring at you?  (We had way too much fun on the train.  The lady in the silent zone insisted as much.)  At this point I should probably not admit that we actually got off a train on Platform 12, misread our directions, ran in a big huge confusing circle, and got back on the train at Platform 12, where we sat for ten minutes until we realized we were on the same train we'd just left.  (Silly Americans.)

On the ferry.  The ferry was a huge hit.  We may go back and spend an entire day on it, and yes, we did ask if this was allowed.  The  captain said, "See that guy over there?  He's been on here for three hours."  And why not.  There's a lovely deck for sun-bathing and a nice little restaurant-bar down below, plus they have live music on weekends.  Not to mention the view.  Who ever heard of a neon-green light-house?  It doesn't even need a light.

Isaac was thrilled to finally be on a boat.  He kept trying to climb over the railing.

Hamlet's Castle and the Danish flag.  (HAMLET!)

Isaac, banished to below-deck so he wouldn't hoist himself overboard.

Our first sight upon arrival in Sweden.  Although to be perfectly honest, all I could think about was that Veggie Tale skit.  Swede: I am the Swedish man who went up the hill and came down with all the strawberries, leaving the inhabitants of the hill with no strawberries ... Enter Stage-Hand: You're not Swedish!  Swede: Shhh.  A voice-over from atop the hill: You are so selfish!  Swede: I know, but I have all the strawberries ... You just have to watch it - go here.

Helsingborg. 

Isaac climbing to the top ... of the thing.

The view from the top.

The view going back down.

Some guy in an outdoor pub.  (Yes I do take photos of strangers without asking.) I couldn't resist, really; he looked too much like Geri from the Pixar Shorts.

A tree festooned with big red balls.  No idea, but very colorful.  We visited the park and the library because we mutually dislike shopping, and Isaac made three little friends, to the detriment of Tim, who was allotted the unfortunate position of Tilted-Merry-Go-Round conductor.

And on our way home ... Now Isaac can say he's officially been to five countries and he's only four.  Lucky kid.

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