Lost weekend
(The weekend was far from lost, but I can’t say the word “weekend” without associating to the Lloyd Cole song. That’s how far gone I am — Lloyd Cole overdose, indeed.)
Taking a break from the stress of daily life, we left the kid at his aunt and his two cousins and took a room at Torpa Pensionat in Södertälje. Heartily recommended. Our room was the one on the bottom right of this page. Respect four-poster beds, baby!
After a good dinner at Glashyttans Wärdshus we vegged out in front of late night TV. Breakfast was in a large, sunny room with a view of the frozen sound outside, brilliantly light by the morning sun. Stockholm is beautiful in this weather, strong March sunlight shining on snow-covered ground.
Posted on Sunday, 2005-03-06,
in the alt category.
