Travels


THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 22, 2018  
Four Millennia of Stone Architecture on Gotland
Carl and I spent the long weekend over All Saint’s (Halloween) out in the middle of the Baltic Sea on the magical island of Gotland.  His parents weren’t on the island but they graciously let us borrow their house anyway.  We took the evening ferry from the mainland out to the island and arrived at midnight.  Our rental car, which we had arranged ahead of time by sending a copy of our drivers’ licenses by email and a bank transfer for payment, was waiting for us at the ferry terminal, unlocked, with the keys under the floor mat.  A text message before our arrival told us where to find the car and the license plate number.  I just love the informality of Gotland!

When we awoke the next morning, a low fog hid the water from view.
Being a bit tired after our late arrival, we decided not to wander too far from the house and picked a relatively nearby corner of Gotland to explore.  Our first stop was at Gann’s Abandoned Church which was built in the mid 1200’s and abandoned during the 1500’s.
Given that the church has stood empty for 500 years, it’s surprisingly well intact; there are a few telltale signs of restoration but it’s still impressive that the walls and gables are still standing proud, that the churchyard wall is still so intact, and that very little stone has disappeared into other nearby building projects.  The churchyard wall was covered in blackthorn; we of course had to pick a bunch of berries.

An unplanned stop was Dommarlunden, a group of Bronze Age grave monuments in the middle of a farmer’s yard.  On one side of the farmhouse, there are several very squished-together stone ship settings where several people were buried in the middle of each ship.  They are squeezed so close together that they share stones at the widest part of the boat.  Why were they placed so tightly together?  On the other side of the farmhouse, there’s a giant mound of stone, also a grave.

We then drove out to St. Olofshem, an ancient church on a peninsula jutting out from the eastern side of the island.  It is here that Christian King Olof from Norway is said to have landed on his way to Russia in 1029, bringing Christianity to Gotland.  Who knows how much of the legend is true, but there has been a pilgrim’s chapel on the peninsula’s high point since at least the 1100’s.  When the original chapel was destroyed in 1536 by German merchants, a new chapel was built just beside the ruin.  It is this later chapel that is visible today, although it looks more like a farm shed than a church.  After the Reformation and the end of pilgrimage, the religious site was more or less abandoned to the local property owner who used the building as a storage shed and as barracks for the workers in a nearby limestone quarry.  Nowadays, the chapel is once again used for religious purposes and it’s apparently a popular site for weddings.

I was also intrigued by the nearby windmill, which aside from being scenic, was used as a look-out in WWII.  The peninsula is also quite beautiful with a number of limestone sea stacks making the coastline extra dramatic.

We made another unplanned stop along the road at medieval Hellvi Church.  The church portal is a good example of how runes were used well into the Christian era.  One might expect that the rune inscription is a welcome to visitors or a prayer to God, but it is actually the master mason signing his masterpiece: “Lafrans, Master Botvid’s son from Eskelhem, built this church.”

Our next stop was an extensive Iron Age grave field at Ihre.  The grave field consists of about a thousand graves, and it was used continuously for about a thousand years.  The graves are small mounds of stone, some of which are covered in turf, some of which are just stones.  The mounds lie close together and the edge of one mound touches the next mound.  A couple of the mounds make clear that the mounds weren’t just piles of stone, but were careful constructions of stacked stone under the “randomly” piled stones on top.

The last stop of the day, Kauparve, blew my mind.  It was a 3000-4000 year old grave monument, much like the giant mound at Dommarlunden.  But here, the stone mound has been excavated.  The “random jumble” of stone covering the mound has been taken away, revealing a dry-stacked stone structure underneath.  There is an outer ring of stone wall which is about a half meter tall surrounding an inner stone wall which is about two and a half meters (over eight feet) tall.  Two stone burial chambers containing three skeletons were found inside the inner ring.  Intriguingly, it seems that the inner wall and burial chamber was built first; a millennium later the outer wall was built, and then another millennium later the entire structure was covered in stones.  I had never realized that all the giant stone mounds we’ve seen through the years are actually stacked stone structures on the inside.  Amazing!  These aren’t just piles of stone, they’re architecture!

The dry-stacked stone structure reminded me of a low Scottish broch (brochs are considerably younger than the structure at Kauparve.
Mousa Broch in the Shetlands

There’s another stone burial chamber about thirty feet outside of the monument.  The monument was built on furrowed limestone bedrock.  It’s not hard to understand why this spot would have been thought to have a special presence or power. 

Being November, dusk fell pretty early so we spent the long evenings in front of the fire place.  Perfect!

The next day, we woke up and the sea was visible and dramatically lit.
We were a bit more energetic and ventured a bit further afield.  Our first stop was Garda Church.  Like most of Gotland’s medieval churches, it started out more modest in size and was expanded over the centuries.  This church, however, was only partially rebuilt when the plague struck Gotland, making church expansions both unnecessary due to the population dip and monetarily unthinkable since trade more or less ceased after the epidemic.  Garda church is frozen in time, halfway through its rebuild, with a large Gothic choir and tower and a silly-looking small Romanesque nave in between.

Garda Church is known for this Romanesque nave because the interior is practically untouched since the 1100’s with its flat, wooden ceiling (Gotland’s churches didn’t get stone vaults until the 1200’s), the stone benches around the exterior walls where the congregation once sat and listened to the service (wooden pews came much later), and the stone baptismal font.  I was also intrigued by a couple of other details like the stone portal carved like an opening in a carnival tent, the Byzantium-inspired painted arch between the tower and the nave, the original painted medieval cabinet for storing the sacrament built into the church’s wall, and the churchyard’s four portals, the largest of which was also used as a storage magazine.

Our next stop was a prehistoric site at Bandeläins Täppu.  Here, two stone ship settings, a stone circle, and a lone standing stone mark graves from about 900 B.C..  More picking of blackthorn berries.

Just down the road was a Culture Trail at Lausbackar through an intact agricultural landscape that has been farmed in much the same way from the Bronze Age to today.  These Bronze Age farmers were likely the same people who were buried at Bandeläins Täppu.  It was a gorgeous walk with beautiful views out over the fields to the sea.

Another stop at another Bronze Age mound of stones at Digerrojr.  It wasn’t the most spectacular stop ever, but we did enjoy the big mound, especially now that we know that there’s a drystone structure underneath the seemingly random pile of stones!  Another high point of this stop was finding and picking tons of autumn chanterelles which, fried up in butter, became a delightful addition to our dinner.

A high point of our trip was another Culture Trail at Visne Ängar or Visney Meadows which was inhabited in the Bronze and Iron Ages.  The Meadows were the grazing and domestic areas for four farms and were surrounded by agricultural land.  It’s a gorgeous landscape of rolling hillocks, a tumbling stream, towering oaks, hazel groves, and grassy meadows under the mighty oak branches.  It’s a very open landscape, certainly carpeted with wildflowers in the spring, and its beauty appeals on a visceral level.  It feels very natural, but the entire landscape was in fact methodically planted and cultivated by the farmers.  Oaks provided building materials and acorns (feed for pigs) while the hazels provided hazelnuts (feed for pigs) and hazel branches (winter feed for livestock).  The grassy meadow provided summer grazing for the livestock and a beautiful setting for everyday life.

Nature or nurture?  It’s hard to know if our innate love for this type of landscape is nurtured, born of millennia of farming—this type of landscape provided the base for a good diet and was therefore beautiful—or if we naturally were drawn to this type of landscape—we created it because it was innately beautiful to us and then developed a farming system that thrived upon it.            

It was approaching dusk as we left the meadows, and on the way home, we stopped in at Visby’s large cemetery and ambled through, enjoying all the small points of light: the All Saint’s candles on the graves.  We hadn’t procured grave candles ahead of time, but we stopped to say to hello to a couple of Carl’s distant ancestors nonetheless.      

The next morning, we took time out of our busy touristing to visit one of Carl’s distant but living relatives, Lola.  Lola is in her 80’s, sharp as a tack, and physically robust.  We had a lovely chat, and visiting her made me think that aging isn’t always dreadful.

Lola lives right outside of Visby’s medieval walls, and after our visit, we walked around the southern half of the city wall, completing the circuit we had started in the spring of 2017 (see Gotland, Sweden's Provence).  We continued walking along the wall that separates the city from the water, then continued on the inside of the wall up to the top of the cliff that separates the lower and upper halves of the city.  From the cliff, we enjoyed a fika break of coffee and tea from our thermoses and a bar of chocolate and sat looking out over the rooftops, church ruins, and wall towers toward the glistening blue sea.

Our last stop before heading to the ferry terminal was to visit Visby’s Cathedral St. Maria.  This cathedral is almost certainly Gotland’s largest church, and it is immaculately maintained, but I am not as drawn to or intrigued by this church as I am to Gotland’s smaller churches which are sprinkled throughout the island’s rural landscapes.  Perhaps, having been built by German merchants, St. Maria doesn’t have the same “native” spirit as Gotland’s other churches.  Or perhaps, because it has always been the dominant church with no lack in funding, it has been “modernized” too many times throughout the centuries, loosing its medieval charm.  Or perhaps it is too big, not having the intimate feel of Gotland’s rural churches.  Or perhaps, being the cathedral in the island’s big city, it’s not so unexpected as finding jewels of medieval art and architecture out in the countryside.

Sitting on the ferry for four hours back to Stockholm, I reflected on our wonderful long weekend.  I realized that we had journeyed through four thousand years of architecture in stone from the Bronze Age mounds to Iron Age grave fields to medieval churches and defensive towers. 

The common architectural story of Sweden goes something like this:

“Vikings built in wood; in fact they didn’t know a thing about stone masonry until Christian missionaries brought both the technology and experienced masons with them starting around the year 1000 A.D..  Sweden then began building in stone, but only for palaces, defensive castles, and religious structures because building in stone was too expensive.  Everyday buildings continued to be built of wood out of necessity.”

But Gotland’s tangible prehistory brings a lot of questions to light.  If Bronze-Age “natives” could build advanced stone structures that have lasted for four thousand years, had the knowledge of stone just disappeared by the time the missionaries arrived?  Are Viking rune stones not evidence of a facility for working stone?  Did the “natives” really need the Christians to “save” them from their “backward” wooden huts?  It seems obvious to me that Vikings had the knowledge and ability to build in stone, how could they not considering that they travelled to and terrorized Constantinople, Paris, York, and considering that their ancestors had been building structures in stone for millennia?  The better question is, why did the Vikings choose not to build in stone?  Had stone architecture become a symbol for foreign and therefore inferior cultures?  Was stone reserved for monuments to the dead?  Was stone simply too cold and draughty in a climate like Sweden’s?  Or was stone too impractical, not being nearly as portable as traditional wood timber buildings which were frequently disassembled, moved, and reassembled?   A seemingly innocuous history—with Christianity came the technology of building in stone—is revealed to be pro-Christian propaganda at the slightest scratching of the surface.

The world-wide story that the Christians came in and saved the natives from their own inferiority seems to ring, falsely, even in Sweden.  Today, Sweden is so established as part of the wealthy, Christian, western world that it is almost shocking to remember that Sweden was once outside the “civilized” world and that its people were regarded as barbarous, needing to be saved and enlightened.  Stone architecture (along with fruit trees), was one of the “civilizing gifts” that the Christians brought with them, convinced that their way of life was the better way.  Ironically, though, it appears that Sweden didn’t really need the gift of stone architecture.  Swedes had already been building with stone for at least four thousand years.

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 2018  
Week(end) in Malmö
Carl and I had already bought train tickets to visit our friends in Malmö when the bosses at work decided that I’d be taking over a Malmö-based project, and the first project meeting just happened to be the Wednesday before our trip.  Since the high-speed train between Stockholm and Malmö takes close to five hours, it seemed a bit silly to take the train down to Malmö on Tuesday, back on Thursday, down again on Friday, and back to Stockholm on Sunday.  Instead, I decided to work from the Malmö office an extra day and skip the extra 10 hours on the train.  Thus, my weekend in Malmö turned into almost a week.

Malmö is Sweden’s third largest city after Stockholm and Göteborg.  It’s obvious that I am head-over-heels in love with Stockholm, but while Göteborg has its lovely districts, I’ve never fallen in love with the city.  Malmö, on the other hand, could just be my second-favorite city in Sweden.  The compact, canal-encircled, medieval-based core is walkable and charming.  While the castle isn’t intact enough to charm, medieval moats-cum-canals around the city as well as the castle park, a green buffer between the city center and the turn-of-the-century suburbs, give the city a continental appeal while blending historical necessity with modern-day amenity.  The sea and seaside parks are easily accessible and a part of daily life for many Malmö-ites.  The city is large enough to have an opera and a modern museum of art, yet it is small enough that it takes only about half an hour to walk from the more historic suburban districts to the city center.  It’s a livable yet lively city.  (And it doesn’t hurt that Copenhagen is only 40 minutes away by train.)

My office booked a really charming hotel for me in a historic building, right in the city center and a five minute walk from the Malmö office.  I lucked out with a room on the attic floor with charismatic wood beams and sloping ceilings.  On my walk between the hotel and the office, I passed by the Malmö City Hall everyday and just had to laugh at the restoration architect’s lack of humility: Link.
Mayfair Tunneln Hotel

And then over the weekend, our friends let us use their hard-won gift certificate for a weekend at Malmö’s new, hip OhBoy hotel.  The hotel is a pretty smart concept—the rooms are on the ground floor of a recently built apartment building.  Most Swedes really don’t like living on the ground floor due to the lack of privacy, and the hotel rooms have direct entry access from the street with a key-pad entry system meaning that the hotel is basically reception-less.  You get a text message with your room number and the entry code, and you just show up, punch in the number, and enjoy your hotel room.  It’s a great use of hard-to-sell residential space along the sidewalk while requiring very little effort on the part of the hotel administration.
OhBoy hotel and the nearby Turning Torso

The hotel is in Västra Hamnen (Western Harbor), a seaside area that used to be very industrial with ship building, but which is now in the process of being redeveloped into housing and office space.  Calatrava’s Turning Torso is the best-known project in the area, but the area is filled with interesting projects which I’ll have to explore at a slower pace on another trip.

I spent the weekdays working, but I spent one evening jogging along the canals and spent another lovely evening with Susanna and Johannes and family and enjoyed a casual family dinner at their place.  Then on the weekend, Carl arrived on the train and we had a cozy stay at OhBoy.  We spent most of the weekend helping Susanna and Johannes paint their new electric cargo bike, the family vehicle of choice in such a flat city as Malmö, but we also took time out for a couple of lovely walks through Malmö’s historic residential districts, along the beach, and through the new Västra Hamnen.
(Susanna's photos)

And then before we knew it, we were back on the train heading to Stockholm.
Malmö train station

Thank you for a lovely weekend Susanna and Johannes and family!

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 23, 2018  
Work Inspiration Trip to Western Austria
This year I chose (among other options) to travel to Voralberg, a region of western Austria, to check out a number of beautiful projects sprinkled throughout the Alp valleys.  The particular focus of the trip was wood architecture, but we sure did see some beautiful concrete, too!  We were gone over a long weekend and managed to pack in quite a lot of beautiful projects without making the trip too stressful. 

Carl always teases me for taking zoomed in photos of bricks.  This trip, it wasn’t bricks in the lens but the tiny wood shingles which have historically been used in the region.  They’re tiny because they’re traditionally made of cheap, left-over wood and bigger pieces would cup.  Left untreated, the shingles last about 80 years.

Contemporary architecture in the region is focused on using local materials, especially local silver fir.  And by local, I mean cut down and milled in the same town as the new building.  Designed by local architects, the projects are built by small, local construction companies which still have an extraordinarily high level of craftsmanship.  Nothing is prefabricated, everything from handrails to elevator cars to bookshelves to desks are custom designed and made.  It’s a dream come true for architects, especially for us Swedish architects who are subjected to extremely high rates of standardization and prefabrication.  (I have not drawn a site-built stair since I moved here and many of our clients have a packet of standard construction details and pre-approved products to choose from.  In contrast to my job in the U.S. where I drew quite a lot of custom cabinetry and furniture, the closest I have come in Sweden is drawing a reception desk.)   

Here are some of the projects we visited:
St.Gerold Community Centre by Cukrowicz Nachbaur Architekten
Parish House Krumbach by Bernardo Bader + Bechter Zaffignani Architekten + Architekten Hermann Kaufmann
Kaiserstrand Bathhouse by Lang+Schwaerzler

And some of the amazing details of craftsmanship we witnessed:
wood on the exterior, sometimes even over windows
Some incredible custom-built shelves, not a joint or screw to be found.  Even custom-welded bookends and rails.
stairs, kitchen cabinets, everything exquisitely crafted from local wood
furniture, coat and shoe racks, benches, desks, tables, chairs, shelves, all built from local wood
floors, ventilation grates, walls, window frames, ceilings, all crafted from local, untreated wood

Even this community craftsman’s center is structured with wood columns and a wood space-frame roof:
Workroom Andelsbuch, Peter Zumthor: Concrete shear walls were planed to the tiniest detail.

And some buildings that weren’t on our itinerary, but that I thought were interesting in passing:
an apartment building and fire station
an insurance office and a store

One community has invested in architect-designed bus stops and invited international architects to design them.  In payment, the architects received a week’s stay in the valley.
Left: Bus stop designed by Sou Fujimoto from Japan.  Right: Bus stop designed by Rintala Eggersston Architects from Norway.

On one beautiful afternoon, we hiked for about an hour through a nature reserve/agricultural landscape.  The hike started at this rest pavilion which is designed to frame the landscape.
Moorraum Krumbach by Bernardo Bader Architekten
We then continued barefoot through a bog and then through the beautiful landscape to a chapel.  The chapel was of course built of local wood.


Some non-wood projects:
I was surprised and heart-warmed to see a rammed earth wall surrounding a cemetery,
and this museum wall made me smile.
Voralberg Museum by Cukrowicz Nachbaur Architects
Most of my group seemed to abhor this glass-wrapped museum, but I appreciate the solution to the age-old art museum dilemma of creating an interesting project without any windows or openings to punctuate or break up the volume.
Kunsthaus Bregenz by Peter Zumthor
We also stopped briefly at this office building, I don't know what it's called or who the architect was but the detailing was so simple but beautiful.  The building felt like it belonged in Portugal.
 
Our first dinner out was truly gourmet and the setting was pretty if not architecturally memorable.  Our last supper was up at the top of a cable car on a mountaintop.  The food wasn’t great but the view was amazing!

Our group flew in from Göteborg, Stockholm, and Malmö and gathered in Zurich before renting two vans and heading into Austria.  The Stockholm flight was delayed, so one car had to wait for us for five hours...ouch.  We used the vans throughout the trip—without them we never would have been able to see so much, but the downside was that the trip did feel very sedentary. 

I’ve always come away from the work study trips both inspired and depressed.  Inspired because of all of the beautiful projects I’ve seen, and depressed because I don’t always get the opportunity to work on such beautiful, detailed masterpieces.  Last year, I was saturated with starchitect, capitol A architecture.  This year, the projects were humbler and more modest, but every bit as beautifully detailed, perhaps even more beautifully detailed.  It was a truly successful trip, and I didn’t even come home quite as exhausted as usual!  Thank you to my groupmates for a great trip!

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 2018  
Anniversary Paddling to Vattungarna
To celebrate our 9th wedding anniversary, Carl and I went kayaking out in the Stockholm Archipelago.  Carl has mapped out a lifetime’s worth of enticing kayaking routes from the various rental agencies throughout the archipelago, but since most of them require at least a long weekend, our choices were automatically narrowed down to Vattungarna.  A weekend paddle to Vattungarna turned out to be a fantastic option because we were able to get out into the farthest, most exposed band of islands in the outer archipelago without having to paddle for days on end.  Also, the route was extremely varied. 
We paddled across open channels, through narrow, zig-zagging canals, past large forested islands, among tiny rocky islets, past cute cottages,
amidst uninhabited islands, through reedy and rocky shallow areas, and across deep shipping lanes.

We left work a bit early Friday evening and bussed up to the city of Norrtälje then on a local bus to the little community of Gräddö where our reserved kayak was waiting for us.  (All of that bussing and we were still on our Stockholm subway card!)  We were impressively efficient in getting the kayak packed up and were soon on our way.  We didn’t paddle more than half an hour before dusk settled in and we needed to find a place to camp.  Luckily, a tent-sized, flat-ish rock outcrop with a ledge perfect for getting in and out of the kayak was just a couple of paddle strokes away.  By the time we unpacked the kayak and set up the tent, it was pretty dark.

Despite being September, the temperatures were still summer-warm and we were able to sit outside and enjoy the night sounds of lapping waves and chirping crickets without getting chilled.  Since kayaking allows for a whole different level of camping food than backpacking, we had a bag of wine with us as well as chocolate chip cookies—the wine and the desert were lovely accompaniments to the evening orchestra. 

I slept surprisingly well considering that our tent was actually pretty slopey.  We enjoyed a relaxing breakfast with a beautiful water view before packing up camp, loading the kayaks, and setting off toward Vattungarna.  After crossing an open channel, we entered a series of narrow but natural canals between islands.  The canals are a beautifully intimate setting; from the kayak, we could see all the details of both sides.  Parts of the canal were deep and bedrock plunged from the islands down under the water’s surface; other areas were shallow and we had to navigate slowly and carefully between rocks.  Other parts were lined with reeds swishing and sighing in the breeze, blocking all views so that the world seemed to consist of nothing but sky, reeds, and the winding channel of water.

From the canals, we emerged into a more open landscape of groupings of small islands separated by wider bands of water.  We wove through the islands until we emerged into another completely different area, this time a warren of teeny tiny islands, really just little points of rock sticking up through the water’s surface.  While we did see a few other kayaks enjoying the maze, the area is much too shallow for any motorboats.  We found a perfect tiny island, maybe about 200 square feet, for lunch.  A tiny little canal split the island and provided the perfect place to “park” our kayak while we ate our picnic.  The only problem with our island was that it was much to small to provide any privacy for a bathroom break!

From the warren of skerries, we paddled out to the outermost band of islands.  We had chosen Vattungarna as our destination for the evening because it looked unusually interesting for exploration on the map.  The island is almost sliced in half by two long canals that are separated by only a small bulge of island.  We first paddled deep into the outer canal before paddling around the island and finding a tent site deep inside the even more sheltered canal facing in toward land.

Our tent site on Vattungarna was much flatter than the previous night, but it was up on a rock ridge sloping gently upward until it suddenly dove into the water.  After setting up the tent, we spent an hour or two exploring the island on foot.  We even found a few mushrooms to fry up as an appetizer (unfortunately they turned out to be worm-eaten) and picked a few lingonberries to spice up our granola breakfast.  The island’s topography was very undulating with low, marshy areas and even a few ponds, medium-high forested areas, and higher areas of bare bedrock.
Lingonberries!

Between the long day of paddling and all the rock-hopping around the island, we really exhausted ourselves.  We enjoyed our nacho dinner, the wine, and chocolate pudding dessert while watching the sunset and listening to the sounds of a summer night falling around us.  Even after it got dark, we sat out in our camping chairs and read a bit by the light of our headlamps before turning in.

The next morning dawned warm and sunny, and we enjoyed a long, lazy, sunny breakfast with our canal view before packing up and setting out.
We paddled a different, more direct route back toward the mainland, although we did have fun winding through a few narrower channels.  When we were about halfway back, we stopped for lunch on a little uninhabited island and went for a skinny dip.  Given that we were in a wide, open channel, the water was surprisingly warm.  After a couple of day’s worth of sunscreen, bug spray, and outdoor grime, it felt wonderful to get clean, and I’m sure that everyone else on the bus home appreciated our bathing effort.  The Baltic is salty, but it’s a low enough level of salt that you don’t feel overly sticky after swimming.
Left: Freeze-thaw cycle at work.  Right: Lunch view.

It didn’t take us long at all to get back to the kayak rental, and since we had a little extra time, we paddled around a few extra islands before returning the boat.  We had more than enough time to catch our intended bus, and soon enough we were home and snuggling with our poor, abandoned cat.  It was such a lovely weekend out in the archipelago!

TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 2018  
Svartlöga
In August, Carl’s aunt Eva invited us back to her cozy cabin on the beautiful island of Svartlöga.  We had already been back from summer vacation and at work for a couple of weeks before the trip, so it was a wonderful way to extend Stockholm’s short summer season just a little bit longer.  We were lucky with dry, sunny weather that was inviting for a swim.

We left work early on Friday and spent the four hour long ferry ride with books, a glass of wine, and beautiful views.  Eva met us on the island and provided a traditional crawfish feast for dinner—it was such a treat, especially in such authentic surroundings!  As usual, we dined and chatted by candlelight until we were all too sleepy to keep our eyes open, and I slept unusually deeply that night.
Ferry from Stockholm to Svartlöga

We all enjoyed a lazy morning and then Carl and I set out for a couple of walks.  First, we returned to the mushroom-covered area that we had discovered last year (see “Island Weekend”), but found nothing.  We then set out to the end of a peninsula that we hadn’t explored before.  Despite the Stockholm region’s severe drought, the island was surprisingly green and verdant and summery.  We found a secluded area where the bedrock dips into the sea and went for a lovely swim.
What drought?

On our return to the cabin, the light was right and we spotted several mushrooms that we had missed on the way out.  We picked a modest number of björksopp, or birch boletes, and fried them up as an appetizer before dinner.
Two varieties of birch boletes

On Sunday we had another slow morning before setting out to pick some berries that we had noted the day before.  First, we picked a few black currants, 
but the big haul was gooseberries.  Gooseberries are usually ripe when we’re away on summer vacation and completely picked over by birds by the time we get home, so it was a special treat to find ripe ones on this trip.

We also walked through the island’s super cute village down to the super cute harbor.  Despite the fact that I’ve photographed the harbor several times before and have probably taken more than a hundred shots, I just couldn’t resist this time, either.  After the harbor photo shoot, Carl and I sat on a dock and enjoyed the sun on our backs and the sound of the waves lapping against the rock.  We’ve never visited during the summer high season, but on the off-season, Svartlöga’s harbor is a particularly scenic and peaceful place.  Like many other beautiful places in Sweden, the harbor blends culture and history with natural landscapes into a lovely and unique scene that’s seemingly straight out of a travel magazine.
Every family on the island has their own cart for wheeling groceries from their boats to their cabins.

After returning to the cabin for lunch with Eva, Carl and I spent an hour or two snoozing and reading in our hammock.
All too soon it was time to leave the island with the ferry.  The weather was still beautiful so we bundled up and sat out on the ferry deck and enjoyed looking at the passing scenery of islands, cabins, forests, dramatic cloud formations and reed marshes.
Views from the ferry back to Stockholm

At home, we ate the black currants with our breakfasts and turned the gooseberries into a delicious jam.
Gooseberry jam!

Svartlöga and its deciduous forests are truly beautiful, but one of the things that I love most about the island is how time slows down when you’re there.  The weekends still feel short from ferry ride to ferry ride, but the time in between seems to lengthen just a little.  Actually, it’s not that time seems to move more slowly, but that the pace of life slows down a bit.  Svartlöga is a place to slow down and enjoy.
The simple life: The cabin's dishwashing station uses water carried from a well, and the greywater is poured over the blackberry bushes along the fence line for a little extra nourishment.  A washbasin and water jug for handwashing after visiting the outhouse. 

Thank you for a lovely weekend, Eva!
A few of the island's other cute cottages.

SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 2018  
Summer Vacation 2018 Part III: Outer Hebrides and the Isle of Harris and Lewis
After our stay on Skye (see below,) we took the ferry out to the Outer Hebrides and to the Isle of Harris which is known for Harris Tweed, turquoise water and white sand beaches, and its rocky, “lunar” landscape.
Approaching Harris on the ferry
We unfortunately didn’t have great weather, so while we did successfully purchase a new Harris Tweed winter coat for Carl, we didn’t have that much luck with the turquoise beaches.  We did get a hint of the turquoise, but with all the rain and clouds blocking the sunshine, the water wasn’t nearly as bright and vibrant as we had been led to expect by guidebook photos.
Isle of Harris's turquoise beaches

We “wild” camped by a couple of deep, white sand bays, and while we didn’t get to fully experience the turquoise water, we did get to see the bays both at high and low tides.
At low tide, the bays are miles deep and the water is so far out that you can’t even see it.  But at high tide, the bays fill with water and you’d never guess that they are completely bare twice a day.

The landscape is far too green to be considered lunar, if you ask me, but it was beautiful, rocky and desolate scenery even if I don’t quite agree with the guidebook author’s choice of description.  Villages consist only of a few houses, and there really aren’t that many villages on the island.  The windy one-lane roads make the relatively short distances between villages feel like real journeys.
Isle of Harris

We did get a few moments of sunshine, such as when we stopped at St. Cements Church.
St. Cements Church
This medieval church is know for its sculpture, both on the facade and the knight effigies in the interior.
Instead of the usual demon or ogre, this church has a naked lady baring it all to scare away the evil spirits.
But most of the time, we went site-seeing in the rain, such as when we hiked to this giant, lone standing stone on a slope above the sea.

The Isle of Lewis is actually attached to Harris even though they have two separate names and identities.  The names come from old Norse and Harris means “High Land” while Lewis means “Low Land.”  Lewis’s landscape is much flatter and much less dramatic than Harris’s, and much of Lewis’s interior is dominated by a seemingly infinite moor.  Being a bit flatter and less rocky, Lewis was more cultivated and there are still clear signs of how crofters once tried to make a living from the land.  Raised beds of kelp-enriched soil were created to aid productivity, and slivers of land divided by stone walls show how the fields were divided up and rotated among the villagers so that no one was stuck with the less-fruitful fields for more than a year.
Signs of ancient agriculture on Isle of Lewis

We visited a couple of different blackhouses or traditional crofting cottages.  They had thick, double-stone walls and thatched roofs.  The hearth was in the center of the main room, and there was no chimney.  Instead, the smoke eventually drifted out through the thatch.  Apparently the smoky houses had their advantages since the smoke preserved the thatch, it was easy to smoke meat and fish, and the smoke kept bedbugs and lice away.

The highlight of Lewis was definitely its Neolithic stone circles, the most impressive of which is on top of a ridge at Callanish.  Built about 5000 years ago, before Egypt’s pyramids, the stone circle consists of thirteen standing stones around a central stone.
Callanish Standing Stones

The circle’s stones are in the range of ten feet tall while the central standing stone is sixteen feet tall and five feet wide.  The stones are cut from a nearby quarry and the texture of their visible grain makes them even more visually interesting and mysterious.  Transporting and erecting the stones was truly an impressive feat.

Later, over the span of several millennia, the stone circle was added on to.  First was a line of stones leading further up the ridge to the south.  A bit later, a chambered cairn was built off-center inside of the circle.  It was a communal burial chamber used over several centuries.  An avenue defined by a double line of standing stones was built down the ridge to the south, and shorter arms of standing stones radiating to the east and west of the stone circle were added by 3500 years ago.  But about 500 years later, the chambered cairn was destroyed and the remains were scattered about the site.  The site’s museum interprets this desecration as evidence of changing views of the standing stones, but my personal theory is more along the lines of the site being desecrated as an act of aggression or war.  Perhaps the conquerors brought a new religion with them.

The stone circle does not sit on the ridge’s highest point.  The circle is not perfectly round, the central stone is not perfectly centered, and the arms are not perfectly straight or aligned to the cardinal directions.  The site has no known astrological coupling.  It’s hard to surmise if geological perfection was an unachieved goal or if the site held some other meaning, but the processional nature of the avenue leading up the ridge seems evident, at least in my church-influenced eyes.

The Callanish Standing Stones are mysterious, impressive, and interesting on their own, but I find them even more intriguing because it is just one of several stone circles within easy walking distance.  Callanish is definitely the most impressive circle—the other sites have smaller stones and lack the radiating arms.  I started to ponder how the various circles related to each other.  Was it a case of many small, local or even private circles and a big, regional circle?  Or were all of the circles part of a larger complex, much like the various temples at the Acropolis in Athens?  Was Callanish dedicated to the area’s most important god while the smaller circles were dedicated to more minor deities?  Or were the various circles stops on some sort of pilgrimage eventually leading up the processional avenue and culminating at the stone circle at Callanish?
A nearby circle called Callanish II

Any why were the circles placed just below the ridges’ highest point?  Was the highest point left clear for occupation by the gods?  Or if the circles were connected on a pilgrimage, and if they were approached from beyond the high point, the circles would be hidden from view until they suddenly appeared, magically, below you.
Another nearby stone circle, this one isn't even signed from the road much less in the guidebooks.

Lewis and Harris are so out of the way that there are relatively few tourists and most everything is free.  Even the Callanish standing stones, the biggest tourist site on the island, had no entry fee.  We were si fascinated by the stones that we visited the site three times, once just to sketch and write.
Plan of the Callanish Standing Stones from http://home.clara.net/gponting/page47a.html


Another pre-historic highlight was stopping the Dun Carloway broch.  The double, dry-stacked stone walls of this Bronze Age defensive manor house were still clearly visible.
Dun Carloway Broch
A staircase built in between the walls not only helped with vertical movement between the tower’s several floors but the spanning stone treads also helped to structurally tie the inner and outer walls together.

We also spent a day hiking across the heath to a couple of Stone Age shielings.  A shieling is like a Swedish fäbod, a simple hut up at summer pastures.  These shielings were built of double stone walls and a corbelled stone roof into beehive shapes beside a burbling creek.  Inside, there’s enough room to stand up and small storage niches were built into the walls.  The beehive shielings were in use all they way into the beginning of the 19th century, which explains why they survived intact for 5000 years.
Stone Age beehive shielings

Our last night on Harris and Lewis, we were having trouble finding a place to wild camp that wasn't visible from the road and that was also close enough to town for an easy drive for our 6 a.m. ferry.  We ended up spending the night inside of one of the island's many "fixer uppers."
The islands have numerous abandoned but scenic crofts, some of which are pretty far gone like the one above, but others are more in the range of doability.
 
After spending four full days on Harris and Lewis, we took the ferry back to the mainland and drove across the country, scouting out Cairngorms National Park for future ski touring adventures.  We stopped at scenic Braemar Castle before staying the night at a lovely lodge tucked way into a scenic, fecund glen.
Braemar Castle

On the way back to the Edinburgh airport, we made a couple of sightseeing stops.  Our first stop was to see several Pictish stones at Aberlemno.  The stones are roughly the same age as early Viking rune stones.  The Picts were Christians, and a couple of the stones clearly depicted crosses.  The stones also clearly depicted horses and soldiers at battle.
Two sides of the same stone.  It was moved from a field to the churchyard during the middle ages.
However, a lot of the other depictions were symbols such as “combs,” “mirrors,” and zig-zags that haven’t been interpreted despite being repeated on many stones throughout the country.  I found it interesting that while the depictions on Swedish stones are carved into the stones, the Pictish stones were carved in relief.

We also spent a few hours at Stirling Castle, one of Scotland’s largest and most important castles that was developed over many centuries and occupied by most of Scotland’s (and many of England’s) regents.  The castle is strategically and scenically located on a lofty height, and the several of the buildings were exquisitely built.  We didn’t have a lot of time to explore, but the town of Stirling is a lovely scale and is very charming.
Stirling Castle

Although we spent three weeks in Scotland , our summer vacation was over before we knew it, and as always, there was a lot that we didn’t get to see.  We loved having time on Skye and on Harris/Lewis to hike into the mountains and across the moors, to delve more deeply than the traditional tourist track, and to have the time to sit and enjoy the mountain and standing stone views when the weather allowed.  While Scotland is of course very European with its prehistoric monuments, its lengthy and complicated history, its lovely cities, its deep tradition of food and drink, and its abundance of palaces and castles, the natural side of Scotland is much wilder and rawer that most of Europe.  In a way, Scotland’s wilderness is very civilized with its aristocratic hunting grounds and great estates, but that historic layer doesn’t lessen the wild impact of Scotland’s “hills.” Carl and I were definitely disappointed by all the rain during our trip, but our appetite for Scotland’s scenery and history is still strong; we’ll definitely be back on several more trips to explore the Orkneys, St. Hilda, more of the Highlands, still more castles, more whiskey tastings, and more dramatic beaches.

TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 2018  
Summer Vacation 2018 Part II: Isle of Skye
After our weekend in Edinburgh (see below), we rented a car, bought tons of groceries, and drove across Scotland to Isle of Skye.  We stopped for a brief look at the loch-side Eilean Donan Castle but it was late so we scurried across the bridge to the island.
Eilean Donan Castle
The forecast was for a window of descent weather just as we arrived on Skye, so we headed straight out into the mountains in the middle of the island.  The range is known as the Cuillin Hills, but despite their lowly name, the peaks are jagged and only climbable with a rope and harness.  We were surrounded by these dramatic “hills” for our entire 4 day hike. 

We camped at the head of the very midge-y Sligachan Valley then walked through the U-shaped glacial valley,
Sligachan Valley
then up to a pass, passing several lakes along the way.
Climbing up to the pass between Sligachan Valley and Loch Coruisk.

From the pass, the view was extremely dramatic with serrated ridges all around us and layer after layer of lakes all the way to sea.  The scenery was not unlike dramatic Norwegian fjords.

View fromt the pass down to Loch Coruisk.

From the pass, we also scouted the next pass to the west as a possible off-trail loop for our hike out.  There’s no official trail going over that other pass, but it looked crossable on our map.  We of course couldn’t see if there were steep cliffs dropping away from the other side of the pass, but the close side looked very hikable.
Scouting out an off-trail route...

We descended down to Loch Coruisk
which is a glacier-carved lake almost reaching to the ocean.  From the lake, the water falls over a lip that’s about 15 meters high and tumbles into the sea.
Crossing over Loch Coruisk's outlet which tumbles directly into the Atlantic.
The head of the valley is closed in by sharp, rocky peaks and the scenery is breathtaking and dramatic wherever you gaze.  We set up our tent on a bulb overlooking the loch and the amphitheater of mountains.
Camping at Loch Coruisk.

The next day, we took a daypack and circumnavigated the lake.  The air was warm and humid, and we were soon sticky and sweaty from crossing a tricky boulder field, so we went skinny dipping at a particularly scenic and shielded cove.  The turquoise water was refreshing without being cold, and we lingered in the water for a while.  We didn’t have towels with us, so we stood on the beach, rotating our stomachs and backs to the sun to dry off.  Just as we were getting dressed, we heard some hikers well behind us in the boulder field.  Good timing!

On our hike to the lake, we had passed by a good number of other hikers, though not all of them were heading to or coming from our destination.  It is possible to reach the lake by boat, either private or on a small tour boat, so there are a good number of day trippers at the lake, too.  But relatively few hiked the loop around the lake, and in the evenings, we had the entire valley practically to ourselves.
Around Loch Coruisk.


We continued around the lake and crossed the feeder river at the head of the valley.  We stopped often for lunch and snacks and many photos and generally reveled in the views which just got more and more dramatic as the day became clearer and clearer.  The hike around the lake was only about 10 kilometers, so we were able to take our time and really enjoy the scenery.  
Left: The river at the top of Loch Coruisk.  Right: The stream draining the Loch.

The next morning, we packed up camp and hiked back up toward the pass we had crossed to get to the lake.  But instead of following the trail all the way up to the pass, we decided to turn off and head up a side valley to the pass that we had tried to reconnoiter on our way in.  Before hiking in Sarek last year, I would have found the trail-less walking difficult and disconcerting, but after trekking across Sarek for three weeks last year, this little off-trail hike seemed easy as pie.  We reached the nameless but very windy pass and ate lunch while enjoying the breathtaking views of the jagged mountains encircling the valley of Harta Corrie.  Carl and I started calling it the Enchanted Valley.
View from our off-trail, unnamed pass.

From the pass, we dropped without difficulty down into the valley, but we then we climbed up a steep face into a hanging valley.  From the hanging valley, the view out from the valley is cut off, so we felt like we were in our own secret world.  According to our guidebook, there is supposed to be an “easy,” cairned trail up beside a huge waterfall into the next hanging valley above, but the author must be crazy—the only access up into the next hanging valley is up a vertical cliff face and is utterly impossible without ropes.  The author must have confused this valley with a different one.
Harta Corrie Valley.

We camped up in our secret, enchanted hanging valley and then hiked out the next day.  Again, the weather was warm and muggy, so we jumped into the river at the bottom of the valley.  It was blissfully cool but not cold and I stayed in for quite a while.  The coolness remained in my body for a good while, but I was definitely hot and sweaty again by the time we got back to the car. 

It had been a while since our last shower, so we drove to a car camping ground along the beach at Glen Brittle.  The showers were lukewarm but delightful none-the-less, and camping along the beach was quite scenic.  Unfortunately, however, the midges (larger no-see-ums) descended in the evening so we couldn’t sit outside for long.  Doubly unfortunate was the weather, which had turned for the worse, socking in the mountains in clouds—despite there being a dramatic backdrop of Cuillins behind the beach, we never got to experience that view.
Car camping at Glen Brittle.

The next morning, there was a break in the rain so we went on a very rewarding day hike out to the end of the peninsula at Rubha an Dunain.  The hike would have been even more dramatic with mountain views, but we had a lovely day enjoying the closer-range sea-cliff views, seals, and prehistoric sites instead.
Peninsula at Rubha an Dunain
The head of the peninsula has a shallow natural cave that was used during the Stone Age; we hid there from  a rain shower and had a snack.  Even more fascinating was the dun, a Bronze Age defensive structure consisting of a dry-stacked stone wall cutting the end of a small peninsula off from the rest of the area.  On the water-side of the wall, it seems like small buildings or rooms shared a wall with the defensive structure.
Dun!

Right below the dun, a herd of at least 20 seals were playing in the water.  We watched them arc, swim, and pop up in small groups or alone for quite a while.  Sometimes a pair of seals seemed to be wrestling or possibly mating.  We saw two different baby seals riding on the back of its mother, and two other young seals playing in the vicinity of an adult.  A few of the seals barked and grunted while swimming toward us, probably to intimidate us, the intruders.  The seals were so fascinating, and so cute!

A bit farther around the peninsula, right beside a small lake, we climbed into a giant Neolithic chambered burial cairn.  The top had long-since caved in but we could still clearly see how the entry and sides were constructed with some upright stones, some spanning stones, and a lot of dry-stacked stones.  The cairn and the setting and the drizzly weather were very atmospheric and oh-so-Scotland, we were almost convinced that by climbing into the cairn we were going to get transported back to the Stone Age á la Outlander.
Chambered burial cairn!
          
The peninsula was also littered with historical relics.  Several beautiful stone walls crossing the peninsula, a ruined manor house, and an abundance of ruined croft cottages are all that is left of a once-bustling farming village.

The only distillery on Isle of Skye is Talisker, so of course we had to go on a tour and bring home a souvenir bottle.  We also enjoyed testing different whiskies in the evenings while reading in our tent—in Scotland, it’s possible to buy half bottles of good brands so we were able to test a few different varieties over our three weeks.  It was fun sitting by our tent and enjoying our whisky with a view in the evenings (or all too often we were forced to sip our whisky in our tent and without a view due to the rain).
Left: Walking to Talisker Bay.  In the rain.  Right: Trying whiskey in our tent.
  
It looked like there was going to be another break in the clouds and fog and rain, so we headed up to the Trotternish Ridge for our next backpacking adventure.  This time, we left the car at the end of the trail and took the bus to the beginning of our hike.  The bus ride was very long, and it started to feel impossible to retrace all of that distance, on foot, in just three day’s time.  The weather was promising while we were on the bus, but as we got off the bus, it started to sprinkle.  We headed up anyway.
The Trotternish Ridge from below

The hike began with a very steep climb from nearly sea level up to the ridge.  Without studying it, you’d think that it was impossible to climb up the ridge’s cliff face, but there was actually a perfect, upwardly sloping cut in the cliff face that provides the perfect “roadbed” for the trail.
Climbing up to the Trotternish Ridge.
Once we had gained the ridge, we had a chocolate snack, then headed practically straight uphill toward the top of The Storr, the ridge’s highest peak.
Up on Trotternish Ridge.
As we climbed, the peak seemed to get more and more socked in, but we continued up, optimistically hoping that the clouds would subside again.  Once the fog was so thick that we couldn’t see much ahead of us, we stopped for lunch to give the clouds a bit more time to abate.  But sadly, the whiteout only got thicker and soupier, so it seemed pointless to continue up.  Instead, we cut across the back side of the peak and eventually descended to a pass which was just barely out of the clouds.  The fog had been very disorienting, however, so we became pretty nervous about continuing along the ridge, back up into the fog.  We set up camp in the pass and hoped for better weather the next day.

Camping below The Storr, waiting for the fog to disappate.

The next peak over was still fogged in when we woke up, but by the time we had eaten breakfast and packed up camp, the entire ridge seemed to be clear of clouds and fog.  We decided to risk it and to charge along the ridge and hope that we could make it out to the road on the other side before the clouds descended again.
Trotternish Ridge

We had several beautiful, rain-free hours with dramatic light playing across the folds and fissures of the ridge.  The views both forward and back along the ridge were just gorgeously dramatic with the ridge’s sheer cliff face dropping into the green valley below.  Between the treelessness and the mesa-like nature of the ridge, the scenery felt like a very, very green West Texas.
Trotternish Ridge

There was no trail per se, but with clear weather, it was easy to follow the edge of the ridge as it ascended and descended peak after peak after peak.  Many of the climbs were brutally steep, and the descents were ruthless on the knees.  We weren’t at altitude, and the peaks weren’t really all that high, but the steepness was just barely at a walking angle (as opposed to a climbing angle) and the sheer number of steep peaks across the long ridge made the hike challenging and tough.  The guidebook was right when it warned that the ridge hike is tougher than it looks on paper.
Trotternish Ridge

We generally walked several feet from the ridge face, and since the ridge tilts upward, we only rarely saw the bottom of the ridge’s cliff face.  At times, small ravines cut into the ridge.  Skirting them, you get a clear view about 700 meters or 2300 feet straight down into the valley.  Vertiginous, to say the least.
Trotternish Ridge

While we were crossing the valley before the last major ascent, it started to rain again.  We could see low, dark clouds moving in toward the ridge, so we decided that it was better to continue up in order to be able to get down—the peak wasn’t fogged in yet and waiting in the valley was likely to mean that we’d be waiting for days and days before the weather cleared up again.  The last climb, however, was the steepest and the most dramatic.  The only feasible route was extremely steep and extremely close to the cliff’s edge; I was a bit nervous during the ascent but our path was luckily in the lee of the wind so it wasn’t nearly as scary as I had expected. 

Approaching The Quiraing.

We made it over the last peak and descended to The Quiraing.  The Quiraing is just below the ridge at the bottom of the cliff face where giant chunks of cliff have fallen down or been separated from the ridge over geological eons.  The resulting landscape is a twisted, bumpy maze of hills and stone pillars and hidden valleys and surprise lakes.  Apparently, islanders hid their cattle in the Quiraing when Viking raiders descended upon the area, and I can now see why that was a successful tactic.  Just when you think that you’ve meandered out of the maze, another hill or cliff suddenly appears to block your path.
Stone walls to keep livestock in The Quiraing.

We camped in the Quiraing, but unfortunately we were too exhausted to hide ourselves as well as the medieval cattle and there was a steady stream of hikers passing within hailing distance of our tent site.  We spent the next morning exploring the maze and hiking back up onto the ridge in order to look down on the geological mess.
The Quiraing
When we hiked out and back down to the road, we realized that we weren’t sure where our car was.  I was 100% convinced that it was to the left, and Carl was 100% convinced that it was to the right.  I sat at the trailhead with our backpacks and waited in the pouring rain while Carl walked down the road in search of the car.  Luckily he was correct and he found the car before too long.

That night, we luxuriated in a warm bath, a gourmet dinner, and a soft, dry bed at Sconser Lodge, a Victorian-era hunting lodge that’s now a bed and breakfast.  Carl’s parents had stayed there on their Scotland trip 25-ish years ago, and they loved the experience so much that they gave Carl a birthday gift certificate for dinner during our trip.  Our meal of hand-dived sea scallops, stuffed pheasant, and sticky toffee pudding was truly a memorable meal.
Sconser Lodge

The next day dawned clear and sunny, the one truly beautiful, clear day of our entire two-week stay on Isle of Skye.  After a full Scottish breakfast at the lodge, it was too late to attempt a summit in the Cuillins, so we decided to hike around the base of the mountains and gaze upward at the jagged peaks instead.  We followed a delightful river uphill as it tumbled down a long series of small waterfalls.

We reached a low pass and continued on the other side into the valley of Coire na Creiche, which is ringed by yet more saw-toothed peaks.  We spent a couple of hours eating lunch, gazing at the view, and following rock climbers through our binoculars.

We then decided to “summit” an “unnamed” peak, really a rounded foothill with a gorgeous, panoramic view of the Cuillin mountains.  As a reward for our climbing effort, we treated ourselves to a bar of chocolate, a delicious accompaniment to a jaw-dropping view.  On the way back to our car, we stopped at the foot of one of the river’s many waterfalls for a swim.  We sat in the river while the waterfall pounded down on our backs and shoulders, giving us a massage.

The next two nights, we camped at a campground with hot showers on the shore of Loch Greshornish while we spent the days looking at prehistoric and historic sites.
First was the ruin a Bronze Age broch at Dun Beag, a combination fortress and boastful manor house.
Broch!

Next, we hiked over a cow pasture to a souterrain, an unbelievably long and narrow man-made tunnel constructed of stone slabs spanning over stacked stone walls and then covered over with dirt to look like a natural hill.  Archeologists aren’t quite sure what the souterrains were used for, but the main theory is that they were used to secretly store goods.  This theory doesn’t quite seem right to me, because eel-ing one’s way through a long, damp tunnel to retrieve one’s butter doesn’t seem very convenient to me.  I’d be more inclined to guess that they had something to do with burial rites, but who knows.
Souterrain!

After visiting the medieval Dunvegan Castle and its beautiful, extensive gardens,
Dunvegan Castle
our next stop was at St. Columba’s Isle, a small island in a river.  The islet was the site of Skye’s original cathedral, but today, there’s nothing left but a ruined chapel and an atmospheric cemetery with an even more atmospheric gravestone featuring a stone relief of a knight in armor.
St. Columba’s Isle

The next day, we continued our prehistoric streak and stopped at another Iron Age souterrain; this one has been excavated and I was interested to learn that they are crooked in plan.

Perhaps it was due to the excavation, but this souterrain was slightly roomier and lent a bit more credence to the idea the tunnels were used for storage.  We also stopped at a site with the imprints of three round stone huts.  I thought these were interesting because it wasn’t until the Vikings arrived that the Celts built buildings with right angles.  Before that, everything was round.  The habit of rounded corners seems to have lasted well past the Viking era as we found that even some medieval crofts and manor houses had rounded corners.
This ruined manor house from the historic era has right angles at one gable end and a rounded wall at the other end.

Our last day on Skye, we drove out to the ruins of Trumpan Church where an entire clan was burned alive in one act of a centuries-long inter-clan war.
Trumpan Church
The church was very lonely sitting on a cliff at the end of the world, but even more memorable was getting stuck behind quintessential Scottish sheep on a quintessential, narrow Scottish road.  Their wagging tails as they trotted up the road in front of our car were just wonderfully cute.

Skye is just beautiful.  Unfortunately, the rainy, cloudy weather hides the beauty much of the time.  We did have the one gorgeous day, but we battled rain on and off every other day of our two-week stay on Skye.  We did get lucky enough to see most of the scenery along our two backpacking hikes, but much of the rest of the island was hidden from us.  Sadly, one of my main impressions from this trip was from rain....And from midges, tiny biting insects that are a bit bigger than no-see-ums.  As soon as the wind dies down, they come out in full force.  Between the rain and the midges, we weren’t able to sit outside all that much this trip, and we spent quite a lot of time in the evenings reading in our tent instead of gazing at the view as we had hoped.
Random photo: The Fairy Glen

Another background worry was Carl’s boots, both of which decided to fall apart at the beginning of the trip.  He was able to hold them together first by cutting up our drying line piece by piece and tying the sole onto the boot, and later by using duct tape.  The boots held long enough to just barely get him through the trip, but Carl did leave them behind in Scotland at the end of our trip.

From Skye, we took the car ferry out to the Outer Hebrides to the Isle of Lewis and Harris.  More soon...
View to the Outer Hebrides from Skye

THURSDAY, AUGUST 30, 2018  
Summer Vacation 2018 Part I: Edinburgh
This summer, Carl and I spent our summer vacation in Scotland.  Our main destination was to go backpacking on Isle of Skye, and while we were at it, we decided to spend a few days in Edinburgh and a few days in the Outer Hebrides.

I had been in Edinburgh before, when my dear friend Chad and I took a train up from London in 2006 (he was working for a year in the Big Smoke and I spent the summer couch surfing amongst my many friends that happened to be working in London that year).  Sadly, my memories of Edinburgh are a bit clouded by a terrible cold and bronchitis that I was suffering that weekend.  So between the time lapse since 2006 and my memory lapse due to being ill, it was high time to get back to Edinburgh.

I was especially excited about Edinburgh after my interest was piqued from reading about it in an urban planning book.  The Georgian “New” Town was planned in the mid-1700’s and the original city plan as well as a heavy majority of the original buildings are still intact.
James Craig's original New Town plan from 1766

I don’t remember the New Town at all from my first visit, but this time, I completely fell head-over-heels in love with the city.  First of all, the city is a wonderful scale—just big enough to have culture, distinctive neighborhoods, a variety of shopping and restaurants, and a lot of diverse sites explore while still being small enough to be easily navigated.  Very few of the buildings diverge from the Georgian four or five story maximum.  Grey stone unites a large majority of the facades.  Major, middle, and minor streets still fit their original pattern.  Many of the original visual axes and termini still function in their original roles.

The New Town was designed by James Craig in 1766, and it runs parallel to the Old Town’s ridge.
A long, main street forms the commercial axis between two green squares, and two parallel secondary streets were lined with townhouses.
Left: Main commercial street.  Right: Small residential street.
Behind the secondary streets, inner blocks containing the mews and reached by alleys keep deliveries, trash, and servants out of the public sphere.
Mews behind the residental streets
These three parallel streets are crossed by several cross streets that seemed to be designed as a mix between the wide commercial main street and the smaller residential streets as the cross streets were medium-wide and had businesses at the street level and residences above.  

Today, these New Town appears remarkably homogeneous, but the city council was apparently disappointed at the mish-mash nature of the buildings that were springing up.  They hired Robert Adam, the Georgian architect, to design the buildings around Charlotte Square in 1791. 
Adam’s buildings are much more pompous than most of the other buildings in the New Town.  
But while the facades are scaled like palaces, there buildings behind the facades are actually “modest” townhouses.  The townhouses don’t even follow the lines dictated by the facade; we visited a townhouse museum that has one window in the “unadorned” section and two windows in the more prominent “temple” section of the block.
Left: The three columns of windows in the middle of the image belong to one townhouse.  Right: The end pavilion appears to be one residence, but the left-hand column of windows actually belongs to the townhouse next door.

It seems that the art of the townhouse was mastered in Edinburgh.  Even neighborhoods that were clearly designed and built in the Victorian era still follow the Georgian pattern of crescents and circuses of townhouses enclosing a private, green park.
Georgian patterns were repeated in various forms for at least 150 years after the original New Town was designed.
Even though the townhouses are exact copies of each other, house after house after house, the curvature of the streets is enough to create visual interest.
The houses at the corners and sometimes in the middle of the block are often larger and diverge slightly from the marching rhythm of the street, providing visual accents and bookends to the repeating patterns.

The private parks in the middle of the crescents and circuses caught my interest, too.  In this day and age—especially after living in Sweden for seven years, a country where no land is really ever off-limits to the public, even when privately owned—it is hard for me to comprehend that such a HUGE percentage of Edinburgh’s green space (70%? 90%?) is completely fenced off from the public.  Unless a child is born into a wealthy, town-house owning family, it seems that there is a very limited choice of parks or playgrounds available to that child, and many open spaces throughout the city have large signs specifically stating that games involving balls are not allowed.  Even more astounding was that the private parks seem to be very sporadically used.  Even though we walked around in the evenings, in fine weather, we saw a total of two people inside the private parks.  While I really feel strongly that the parks would be a better use of space if they were available to the general public, I did still really appreciate how the sheer number of green crescents and circuses make Edinburgh perhaps the greenest city I have ever experienced.  Just about every block has its own park, and the parks are not small.

Edinburgh really stands out because of it’s Georgian “New” Town, but we also enjoyed wandering around the alleys and courtyards of the Old Town.  The courtyards seem extraordinarily underutilized—despite being the high season and summer there were very few cafés, restaurants, or bars taking advantage of them.
The castle has good views, but really, the best part of the castle is looking up at it from the surrounding park.  It is impressively high and impenetrable!

We also toured through Holyrood Palace, the Queen’s summer home for a week or two every year.  The original wings are much older and started as a medieval monastery, but the palace got a big make-over in the Georgian era, giving it symmetrical facades that fit in with the New Town.
The interiors were nice but didn’t particularly stand out, but I loved the ruined monastery chapel.  As an architect, it's always interesting to see how such lofty buildings were constructed, how they fit together behind the plaster that so often covers up the individual stones.   

From the palace’s lovely garden, there are good views of Arthur’s Seat, a peak above the city.  The parkland around Arthur’s Seat is part of the palace grounds, but is open to the public and is an amazing urban amenity—you can start your day hike from your font door!  We spend a lovely couple of hours hiking up and along the dramatic bluff, looking down on the old town and the castle.
We also enjoyed wandering through Dean Village, a historic neighborhood down by the river.
Dean Village and a very lived-in mews.

There’s a lot to see in Edinburgh, but there’s also a lot to eat and drink!  We tried one restaurant that specializes in turning seldom used parts of livestock into gourmet meals, and it was quite good.  We also spent a couple of hours in a couple of different pubs.  In one pub, three older-middle aged men came to our table and struck up a conversation about soccer, Italy, and Edinburgh.  In general, I was really impressed with Scottish pubs because they really do function as the city’s living room.  People of all ages and different socio-economic backgrounds share a pint together, with their children and their dogs, sometimes with a game on or sometimes with a live band.  Edinburgh’s parks may be segregated between rich and poor, but the city’s pubs are a common ground for all.
This crescent isn't actually rounded.

After a jam-packed weekend in Edinburgh, we rented a car and drove across the country to Isle of Skye....
Townhouse doors through three distinct eras

FRIDAY, JULY 13, 2018  
Brännö
Well, to explain this trip, I’m going to have to explain a bit of backstory: Hilary is one of my dearest friends.  We went to architecture school together at Georgia Tech in Atlanta.  Hilary’s younger sister, Susanna, studied abroad in Scotland.  While abroad, she fell in love with Johannes, a Swedish architecture student who also happened to be studying in Scotland.  After graduating,  they eventually got married and settled together in Sweden.  They have moved around southern Sweden a bit as Susanna went to grad school and Johannes worked in several different offices of a large Swedish  firm.  A few years ago, they finally settled in Malmö.  Ever since Carl and I moved to Sweden, we have gotten together with Susanna and Johannes every now and then, although the physical and mental distance between Malmö and Stockholm gets in the way far too often.  When their daughter Agnes was born, Carl and I were asked to be her fair-weather godparents.  And to make the already complicated story even more entangled, Johannes started work at the Malmö office of my architecture firm last winter.

Since both Johannes and I were going to be in Göteborg for our office’s annual summer party anyway, we all decided to make a weekend of it.  After the party, we took a ferry out to Brännö, an island just off the coast right outside of Göteborg.  Brännö is within commuting reach of Göteborg, but it has retained a village-like charm and scale.  Outside of the main village, the island is mostly undeveloped and there is a large nature reserve at the far end.
our hotel

After a beautiful but surprisingly short ferry ride, we dropped our bags off at our cute if overpriced pension then headed to the island’s official swimming area for a picnic and a dip.  After a long, relaxing afternoon at the beach, we went for a beautiful walk through the island’s wooded center to the far beach.  The island feels so remote and pastoral that it was a bit of a chock to be able to see the giant cranes of Göteborg’s harbor in the distance.

The next morning, we had a leisurely breakfast before heading across the island to Galterö Nature Reserve for a hike.  The Nature Reserve is on another small island, just across a narrow canal from Brännö.  Galterö is still used as pasture, and we saw a number of grazing sheep, but it is mostly undeveloped.  The landscape of green pastures nestled between bulbous rock outcroppings was just beautiful.  
The hike wasn’t so long but the terrain and scenery was quite varied.  Three-year-old Agnes had some trouble balancing on the bog bridges but she was a master at running ahead and tagging all of the trail markers before the rest of us could catch up.  (Super smart game to keep a three year old on the move!)  The water was beautiful and inviting and we eventually succumbed to a refreshing swim before a picnic lunch.

The Göteborg Archipelago isn’t really all that different than the Stockholm archipelago, but somehow it is.  The rock is rounder, redder, and bulbier.  The beaches are sandier.  There are no pine trees.  The water is bluer in comparison to Stockholm’s nearly black sea.  There’s a lot more wave action.  The villages are larger and more concentrated.  Fishing dominates over farming.
 
All too soon, it was time to hike back to Brännö and to the ferry back to Göteborg.  Meeting “in the middle” for a little adventure was a wonderful way to see Susanna, Johannes, and Agnes; I’m so glad it worked out to see Brännö together!

TUESDAY, JULY 10, 2018  
Midsummer's on Gotland
Carl’s sister and her family come to Sweden for three to four weeks every June, and by this point we have accumulated quite a long-standing tradition of celebrating Midsummer’s with them and with Carl’s parents.  This year, though, we all met up at Carl’s parents’ house on Gotland instead of our usual celebration in Stockholm.

We celebrated the holiday first with a visit to the picturesque Nyhamn fishing camp,
then with dancing around the Midsummer pole at Lickershamn’s small harbor.  Many of the songs were familiar, but with a small Gotland twist to the lyrics.  That evening, Carl’s mom prepared us a huge Midsummer’s smörgåsbord with lots of different flavors of pickled herring, smoked salmon, cured salmon, Swedish meatballs with lingonberries, sausages, new potatoes, a traditional potato and sardine casserole, and much more.  For dessert we had a huge strawberry cake.  After dinner, Carl’s nieces arranged a ping-pong tournament in the garage.  Despite all my ping-pong playing at work I came in third or fourth.

The next day, we explored a few nearby prehistoric sites including an intricate early Iron Age grave that was discovered during road work in the 70’s at Stenkyrka.  The grave is a giant stone-lined “wheel” with two stone boxes asymmetrically placed at the center.  The boxes had already been plundered when the grave was discovered.
The wheel grave was at the edge of Gotland’s largest grave field at Lilla Bjärs, a grave field with over 1000 grave mounds dating from the Bronze through the Iron Age.  These graves have also been plundered and damaged over the centuries, but we could still make out several of the stone boxes that were originally at the heart of the mounds.

We also visited a prehistoric fort atop a waterside cliff at Bygdeborg.  From the cliff, you get a clear view of several small fishing harbors and a long stretch of coastline, so it is easy to understand the location’s strategic importance.  The cliff served as the defensive barrier on one side, but on the other side, a large wall of stacked limestone was meant to keep out the enemy.  Inside the fort, we had a lovely picnic fika while looking out over all that beautiful water.

While the whole family was assembled, Carl’s dad took us to Visby’s cemetery to see the graves of several ancestors that died in the 1800’s.  Afterwards, we wandered through Visby—always charming, the town was especially beautiful with an abundance of roses blooming along the town’s lanes.

It was a short and intense visit to Gotland, but we still managed to see and do a lot on the always lovely island.  Thank you everybody!

THURSDAY, JUNE 14, 2018  
Läckö Castle +
Stockholm’s gorgeous spring/early summer continued without a break for weeks after our camping trip in Riddersholm’s Nature Reserve (see below).  Weeks upon weeks of uninterrupted sunshine and warm temperatures is, to say the least, unusual in Sweden, so we decided to take advantage of the guaranteed beautiful weekend and take a little road trip to visit Läckö Castle which has been on our list since we moved here.
We rented a car in Stockholm early on Friday afternoon and in our usual fashion, we stopped at a couple of other, smaller sites on our Sweden to-see map.  First on the list was a very special rune carving carved directly onto the face of the bedrock.  The rune carving does have a rune-filled snake with text and a message like the average rune stone, but inside of and interacting with the snake is a complex carving depicting the ancient Sigurd saga.  The average passer-by at the time (about 1000 A.D.) would have understood the reference to the story as well as the significance of why that story was depicted in that specific place.  Today, the association is lost and we don’t really know why the patron would have requested that particular story, but the best guess is that since the patron’s name was similar to the hero of the saga, perhaps she was trying to establish a connection between the hero and herself.

The lighting wasn’t that great when we were there, so our photos don’t at all show how impressive the carving really is.  I’ve included an image from Wikipedia.  On the left, a man has been beheaded.  In the middle, there’s a horse and birds in a tree.  On the right, a man stabs the snake (dragon) with his sword and kills it.

https://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sigurdsristningen 


It wasn’t a planned stop, but the countryside Jäders Church was so unusually ornamental for a small, rural parish church that we had to screech to a stop.  It turns out that the existing church from the 1100's and 1400’s was renovated in the 1600’s, Sweden’s wealthiest period, by one of Sweden’s wealthiest nobles to serve as a burial church for his family.  Naturally, the architect was the period’s starchitect, Nicodemus Tessin, none other than the king’s court architect.  
Like many of the churches in the area, fragments of rune stones were used as building material.  They were once covered over by plaster but are now visible.  Another rune stone was found under the church floor during a renovation and was moved to the church yard.  This stone is unusual because part of the text is on the stone’s side.  After traveling through Central and South America, I’m used to the idea that the Catholic Church used the building materials and sites of pagan temples for both practical and symbolic reasons, but I am curious about why early church builders used rune stones as building material when many of the rune stones are clearly Christian with their carved crosses and were even erected specifically to advertise the patron’s Christian belief to the world.  Despite the crosses, was the non-Latin rune alphabet considered pagan?
And since we were right down the road, we made a super quick stop at a Sundbyholm Palace, originally a medieval convent which was confiscated by the Crown during the Reformation.  It has been rented out to various nobles for the last 500 years and is most famous because Sweden’s beloved artist Prince Eugene once painted the building.    
Eventually we had to stop making stops in order to make progress south toward Läckö Castle.  We arrived late and quickly set up our tent in the castle’s campground, made a quick dinner, and went to bed.

Läckö Castle was also property of the Church before the Reformation.  As the area’s many pre-historic finds demonstrate, the area was certainly of strategic importance well before being first named in written sources.  The Castle is located on a narrow, high peninsula jutting into the enormous Lake Vänern (Sweden’s largest lake) which was almost certainly a pre-historic hilltop fortress before entering the written record when it was built into a medieval castle by the local bishop in 1298.  This particular bishop was one of Sweden’s wealthiest individuals, and at the time, Vänern’s shoreline was the much disputed border between Sweden, Denmark, and Norway.  The castle’s location was unquestionably strategic in defending the riches of the Skara diocese and of the bishop himself.
Lake Vänern

In addition to defense, the castle also served a political purpose.  Much like the King, the Bishop owned a number of grand residences (supported by enormous farm estates) around his territory.  
One of the barns on the Läckö estate, and the road leading to the castle through the farmland.
The only way to keep control over the power-hungry priests was to travel around and stay for a time at the various residences.  The area’s important nobles  could also be entertained and perhaps persuaded to donate to the church while the bishop was in residence. 
Over time, Läckö was developed into the Skara Bishop’s most magnificent residence.  Originally, the castle consisted of a moat, a rectangular defensive wall, a small stone chapel and a relatively modest stone house inside the wall, and a defensive tower.  These facilities were added onto and rebuilt over the centuries until it began to resemble today’s castle in the 1600’s.
Courtyard inside the wall, then interior courtyard inside the main body of the castle.
 
The castle was confiscated by the Crown in conjunction with the Reformation when it and its supporting farms were granted as a fiefdom to the powerful De la Gardie family.  After securing unimaginable wealth during the Thirty Year’s War, The De la Gardie family updated the castle’s interiors in the 1600’s.  Today, the castle is known for these well-preserved Baroque interiors.
Actually, none of the furniture survived, but the walls and ceilings still retain their Baroque decoration and painting, most of which celebrate the family’s military successes in the Thirty Year’s War.  While the rooms for entertaining are opulently painted and decorated (by Swedish standards, the French monarchy would have scoffed!), the chapel is visibly post-Reformation with its relatively sparse ornamentation.

Läckö Castle’s peninsula location is makes its walls and towers  extra picturesque, and Carl and I spent a good bit of time gazing at the castle while lounging in the shade, picnicking, reading and sketching, and night swimming. 
Evening temperatures in Sweden are never warm enough to allow for night swimming, but this spring’s unusually warm weather was perfect for an 11 p.m. dip to cool us off before crawling into our tent.
Night swimming.  Sunset colors at 11pm.

While we were in the area, we also spent some time exploring the area’s prehistoric sites including Viking rune stones, 
Bronze Age rock carvings, 
a large ceremonial burial mound from the 700’s, iron age burial mounds,
and a Stone Age chamber grave.  We stopped at some more “modern” sites including churches, windmills, 
and Stola manner house.  While the churches themselves weren’t overly impressive, they all had an impressive array of early-medieval gravestones that are now almost 1000 years old.  
Gösslunda church had an interesting carving of a centaur with sword and dagger at its front door; the mythological figure was supposed to keep the evil spirits away.  
 
Despite this spring’s lack of rain, the agricultural area was vibrantly green and stunningly beautiful.  This area of Sweden is much flatter and much more fertile than Stockholm, which means that the farm fields stretch much farther and encompass much larger areas of the landscape.  Västergötland’s landscape is not a wild beauty, but a cultural beauty with a visible agricultural history stretching back for millennia.  

On the way home, we stopped at a site that we had never heard of before,  Källby Hallar.  The site consists of two unusually tall rune stones standing on either side of a historic road.  The stones create a passage or mark a boundary of some sort.  One of the stones is unusual in that a human or mythological creature is carved on the middle of the stone.  Possibly the figure is the Nordic god Thor.

We also stopped at yet another church, Husaby.  This church has been on our list because of its unusual tower which is dimensioned more for a cathedral than for a parish church in the countryside.  
It’s unknown today who had the tower built or why, but it was built around 1100.  The name of the village points to the area being one of the early monarchy’s many properties through which the king constantly rotated in order to keep an eye on the locals, and the area also hosts the ruin of an early bishop’s castle (a smaller version of Läckö), but the church tower could just as well have been built by a local clan chief or to celebrate the baptism of Sweden’s first Christian king who was baptized in a spring just below the church. 
Left: ruin of the Bishop's Castle at Husaby.  Right: Spring where Sweden's first Christian king was baptised. 
Husaby also had a number of nearly millenia-old gravestones.

Not even a kilometer from Husaby Church is a large area of Bronze Age rock carvings at Flyhov.  The scope of these carvings reminded us of our visit to the World Unesco Site at Tanum  (see my post “3000 Year-Old Rock Carvings in Tanum).  Many of the themes at Flyhov were similar to Tanum including ships, footprints, dots, sun wheels, warriors, and animals, but this area included large net-like images that were intriguingly different.     

We took a break from the sightseeing and enjoyed a fika of coffee, tea, and cake in the luxuriant gardens at Hällekis Manner.   After a quick last stop at Forshem Church to see its Romanesque carvings, we headed to the highway for our four hour drive back to Stockholm.  
Long drives in this sunny dry weather and at this time of year when it never gets dark are so much easier than drives on the dark, snowy roads of wintry Sweden.  Even so, the drive was slow at times as even this main highway between Sweden’s two largest cities is often only one lane in each direction.  Sometimes, the highway is even interrupted by traffic circles!  These “highways” are quite the testament to how well Sweden’s train system functions!

 Until our next adventure...
WEDNESDAY, MAY 06, 2018  
Riddersholm's Nature Reserve

Two days after my tiring long weekend in San Diego, houseguests arrived.  They stayed with us for over a week and we had a fantastic time showing them our beautiful city and catching up on life, but the timing and intensity of their visit left me pretty well exhausted.  Two days after our houseguests left, Carl and I had a four day long weekend.  We were too tired to do anything major with the weekend, but the weather was too beautiful to just recuperate at home.  And besides, four-day long weekends don’t come around so often, so we decided to take a little trip, but a very calm and restful trip.

We settled on Riddershom’s Nature Reserve, not too far outside of Stockholm.  The area used to be an island, but it is now attached to the mainland on a peninsula that juts far out into the archipelago.  Instead of the faster and cheaper bus, we decided to take the ferry from downtown Stockholm, a much more scenic way to travel when time allows.  
We enjoyed our morning sipping coffee and watching the scenery and cute, cute cottages go by.  While Stockholm was fully green and spring was in full swing, the greenery became more and more sparse the farther out in the archipelago we travelled.  By the time we got out to Riddersholm, spring was only just beginning. 

Riddersholm’s Nature Reserve isn’t huge, but considering our exhausted state, it was the perfect size to keep us occupied for three days.  After getting off the ferry, we hiked a few miles through the most beautiful wildflower-strewn forest.  In places, the wood anemones carpeted the forest floor, creating a very magical setting.  
We hiked past a couple of lakes, some boggy areas, through some pastures, and through forest until we found a small peninsula jutting out into the water where we could set up our tent in a small wildflower-covered clearing.  
We spent the evening sitting at the water’s edge in the sun, reading and watching the giant cruise ships and ferries to Finland motor past.  

Often I don’t sleep very well in a tent, but this time I slept soundly and solidly and long.  We didn’t wake up until around 10 a.m. when a dog on the nearby hiking trail barked at us.  We had a leisurely breakfast at the beach then went for a hike around parts of the nature reserve that we hadn’t explored yet.  
The destination for the day was a windmill from the 1700’s which proved to be a very scenic lunch spot.  

Today’s nature reserve is made up of what was once Riddersholm Manor’s estate.  The agricultural nature of the area is still much in evidence with hazelnut groves, 
oak-studded pastures, small croft houses, 
and even “leaf-gathering meadows” or lövängar where leaves were gathered for winter fodder for the livestock.  
We took a break in one of these leaf-gathering meadows and read while overlooking a small lake and the Riddersholm Manor.  

Back at our campsite, we lounged in our hammock for a couple of hours before the sun set and we got chilly; at that point we got out our big fluffy down jackets and started our waterside dinner.  

The exceptionally gorgeous weather continued, and we woke up to yet another warm, sunny day.  After lingering over breakfast with our books and sketch pads for a couple of hours, 
we broke camp and made our way slowly to the main road and the bus.  On the way, we foraged for a few new-to-us plants.  Most notably, several of the nature reserve’s forest floors were seas of ramslök, a type of wild garlic.  While the bulb is garlicy and edible, it is very small in contrast to cultivated garlic.  Instead, you pick the leaves and use them in soups, salads, dips, etc.  Ramslök is a relatively rare plant, especially on the Swedish mainland, so finding such quantities of it was unexpected and fun.

We also picked gullvivor or cowslips 
and maskrosor or dandelions.  While the Swedish word for cowslip rings quite poetically and roughly means “Yellow Life,” I really dislike the Swedish version of dandelion which translates to “Worm Rose.”  Both yellow flowers bloom prolifically in meadows.  
Another poetically named pasture plant that we picked were dagkåpor, which translates to “Dew cover.”  In English they’re known as lady’s mantle.  

Soon enough it was time to head to the main road to catch the bus back to Stockholm.  Even though we were gone for three days, the four day weekend meant that we even had an extra day at home after our trip to relax and enjoy being at home—the whole weekend was filled with much needed recuperation after a fun but exhausting month.

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 26, 2018  
Long Weekend in San Diego
Crazy as it sounds, I was recently in San Diego for a long weekend.  One of my dearest friends, Mia, was getting married, and there was no way I was going to miss her wedding.  But, it was bad timing for the work year, and I couldn’t get away for more than a few days.  I ended up flying out of Stockholm on Thursday morning and arriving in San Diego on Thursday evening.  I flew out again on Monday evening and arrived back home Tuesday evening.

So I only had three and a half days in San Diego, and it was a bit of a whirlwind of wedding activity, but I am so glad that I was able to make it out there to Mia’s wedding.  The wedding was actually about 90 minutes north of the city in the foothills.  The site was gorgeous with no other buildings within sight—just the beautiful, bouldery landscape.  There was a scenic bridge over a little creek, a sunny lawn for the ceremony, and tables under ancient live oaks with fairy lights strung between the branches.  The setting couldn’t have been more beautiful, and the bride and groom couldn’t have made a more handsome pair. 

In addition to seeing Mia, I also had a lovely time attending the bride with her sister and meeting lots of family and friends that I had been hearing about for years.  I also got to hang out with Brantley, an architect friend from San Antonio, and catching up with him was super fun.  It sounds like he might be able to swing by Stockholm for a few days next year, I’m really looking forward to it!

I never adjusted to California time, so adjusting back to Swedish time was actually easier than usual.  I was pretty exhausted for a couple of days, but I’m actually surprised at how well the long weekend concept worked!

Best of wishes, best of luck, and warm congratulations to Mia and Carlos!


WEDNESDAY, APRIL 26, 2018  
Easter in Paris
Oh, Paris.  Lovely Paris.  This time Carl and I were in Paris for five days over the long Easter weekend.  A while back we decided to “do” Paris over a series of weekends since seeing all the sights over one visit would be overwhelming and exhausting and because there are convenient, inexpensive flights from Stockholm.  Knowing that we’ll be back in the near future makes each trip quite relaxed—there’s no pressure to squeeze in one last must-see.  Instead, each trip we dedicate a day or two to must-sees, but the rest of the time we wander the streets of new-to-us neighborhoods, sip wine in sidewalk cafes, eat ripe French cheese on park benches, admire the architecture, people watch in the squares, dine on gourmet French cuisine, and generally try to soak in as much of the Parisian atmosphere as possible.  It’s a very relaxed way to sight-see, but we still manage to exhaust ourselves from all of the new impressions and all of the walking.

Each trip we stay in a different neighborhood, and this time our home base was Montmarte.  We spent the first day wandering every nook and cranny of the village.  Despite being in the midst of metropolitan Paris these days, the area does still retain a somewhat villagey atmosphere with curved streets navigating the terrain and a small, low scale of building stock.  Especially intriguing were a few standalone houses with gardens behind fences that must be worth millions upon millions today.  At the end of winter, the neighborhood’s vineyard wasn’t especially atmospheric but I love that it has survived.

Visiting Sacre Coeur has never been on the top of my list, probably because it is only a century old and doesn’t have the history of the great Gothic cathedrals.  But since the church was just up the street from our hotel, we definitely had to stop in—especially given the church’s strangely shaped domes.
We climbed directly up to the dome and were awed by the fabulous view out over Paris’s roof tops.  The view of the Eiffel Tower was magnificent and we had fun picking out all of the other various sights that we’ve seen on previous trips.  Before our visit I had never realized that even the dome roofs were clad in thick slabs of limestone, giving the church its characteristic shimmery appearance and weighing unfathomable tons.
The interior of the church was relatively austere but I did appreciate that one of the beautiful mosaics named the architect.

My favorite part of the Montmarte village is that despite all the tourists, despite the refinement of the once bohemian and artsy atmosphere, the village has retained a sense of everyday life through its numerous small shops.  Within a block of our hotel there were at least four bakeries, two delis, two cheese shops, a wine shop, a fish merchant, and a butcher.  Being exhausted at the end of the day, the cheese shop provided an excellent solution—we could enjoy a gourmet picnic with delicious French cheeses, French wine, baguettes, and pastries without having to sit through a long dinner.  We ate a lot of cheese over the course of our long weekend!

The next day was supposed to be rainy so we headed to the Museé d’Orsay to revel in the museum’s famous collection of impressionist paintings.  The museum was very crowded, so while we did enjoy the exhibits, the experience was a bit diminished by the jostling crowds.  I was also struck by how the museum has changed since my last visit in 1999.  Then, nearly the entire museum was devoted to Impressionism, but now, they’ve broadened their perspective and more than half of the museum is devoted to other artistic movements.  This meant that the impressionist exhibit was very culled and many of the paintings that I fell in love with then were no longer on display.

This visit, I also began to notice how very narrow the museum’s presentation of Impressionism is.  At the beginning of the exhibit, the text was clear that the museum’s collection comes primarily from a few private collections, so the museum’s collection reflects the taste of those few collectors.  As a result, those few collectors have shaped the world’s view, understanding, and taste in Impressionist art for all time.  All of the artists represented were men, all were French (the French have conveniently adopted van Gogh as their own), all painted in Paris at the turn of the century.  Basically, the entire collection consists of seven primary artists: Monet, Manet, Renoir, Degas, Pissaro, Sisley, and van Gogh.  A few other artists are represented with one painting each, but it’s really fascinating how the Impressionist cannon was defined by just a couple of wealthy taste makers. 

In addition to the paintings and sculptures, the museum’s cafe in front of one of the huge train station clocks was also a work of art with beautiful light fixtures made of riveted brass sheets.

We spent a couple of hours wandering the St. Germain neighborhood, stopping in at the ancient St. Germain des Pres and the Neoclassical St. Sulpice churches.  I was especially struck by the unusual medieval column capitals in St. Germain.
We found a few absolutely charming nooks and crannies in the neighborhood and decided that the area deserves a much deeper wander some future trip.

Passing by Notre Dame on the way to dinner, we were totally captivated by the front facade in the golden evening light.  The clear sunlight really brought out all of the details in the stonework, it’s really incredible how detailed the carvings are.
Actually, this weekend trip ended up being a bit of a “angles of Notre Dame” trip as we passed by and admired it several times at different times of day.  The next day we had plans to actually visit the cathedral, but the lines were totally daunting and we decided to come back another time when it wasn’t a holy weekend.  Instead, we ate a picnic lunch of onion chutney and pate on baguette in the park behind the cathedral and admired the flying buttresses.  Another day, we ended up having a picnic lunch on a bench along the Seine looking at the cathedral from the side, and on our last day, we floated by on a tourist boat.

While we weren’t successful in visiting Notre Dame, we did get inside at Sainte Chapelle (after losing our fork in security—luckily the security guard thought it was too great of a sin to throw away pate and chutney even though they were encased in prohibited glass jars!)
This was my third visit to Sainte Chapelle, (Carl’s first,) and I am equally enthralled every time by the light, the airiness, the magical feat of construction.  In fact, now that I reflect upon it, Sainte Chapelle is the most successful building I have ever experienced at seeming to defy gravity, of seeming structure-less, of using its structure in such a way that it doesn’t seem like structural elements at all, but fully integrated into a beautiful whole.  The building is the structure and the structure is the experience.

This time at Sainte Chapelle I began to notice details that I had been too awe-struck and dazed by the glassy lightness to notice before.  The symbolically painted floor tiles are beautiful, and in addition to the soaring stained glass windows, stained glass is also incorporated into the wall decorations.  Jewel-like marbles are incorporated into the statuary.  The pilasters and wall decorations and ceiling are painted in shimmering, gold leaf.  In candlelight, every surface would have sparkled, creating an even more magical and even mystical atmosphere.

It was a long subway ride out into the Parisian suburbs, but visiting the Basilica of St. Denis was worth the trip.  This basilica is where all of the French monarchy, from 639 A.D. to the 1800’s, were interred.  While the royal remains were removed and destroyed during the French Revolution, the sarcophagi and funerary sculpture were left behind and today they comprise a collection of beautiful medieval sculpture.
I was especially taken by the intricate marble folds of the deceased’s’ robes; one sculpture even had a brocade design carved into the surface of the marble folds.  Also, the kings rested their feet for all eternity on lions, while the queens rested their feet on dogs.

St. Denis is also important in architecture history because it was (one of?) the first major Gothic churches.  You can clearly see in the facade how the rounded Romanesque
gave way to the interior’s Gothic points.  The facade is also much simpler and far less detailed than the later Notre Dame in Paris.  

As always with medieval churches, I am fascinated how both “pagan” and “Christian” imagery are used side by side.  St. Denis’s stone ogres, dragons, and mythological creatures which are peppered all over the facades are a common feature of Gothic churches, and the floor of the altar area even feature the signs of the zodiac as well as more dragons and mythological creatures.  It’s as if the old beliefs with powerful, dark creatures and the new beliefs with the Light of God are joined together to fight evil at all costs, even at the cost of an unadulterated Christianity.

Later that day we strolled on Ile Saint-Louis and stopped in a cafe for a snack.  The café was part Parisian bistro, part Parisian café, and part American diner with its gleaming white tiles and chrome details.  It was one of the most fantastic snacks of my life with deeply flavored French onion soup with delicious melted cheese, grilled escargot in a garlic butter sauce, and delectable, crisp white wine.

We took a day trip by train outside of Paris to the Chateau de Fontainebleau.  Fontainebleau dates back to at least the 1100’s as a medieval castle.  It was rebuilt into a Renaissance palace in the 1500’s and succeeding generations of royals used it as their country palace, adding on wings until the palace reached its current 1900 rooms.  1900 rooms!

The palace faded in importance when Louis XIV felt the need to break from tradition and built his own country palace at Versailles, but Fontainebleau continued to be used through to the rein of Napoleon III.
These buildings are just the servants' quarters.

The palace’s sprawling form with wings spiraling outward from a central hub along with its varied steep roofs, dormer windows, and numerous chimneys make the palace look like an entire village from a distance.  Although huge, the palace looks deceptively small.   You can never see the entirety of the palace in one view.  Also, the palace is “only” three floors plus an attic when you look at the rows of windows.  However, everything is so out of scale that it’s hard to see that each floor is more like 2 ½ or 3 floors!  So really, the palace is more like 9 stories tall with voluminous rooms.

Many of the palace interiors from the 15- and 1600’s are intact and they are so sumptuously over-the-top that it’s hard to take everything in.  Every surface of every room is smothered with luxurious finishings from gilded leather wallpaper to silk carpets to medieval tapestries to heavily moulded, gilded ceilings to giant crystal chandeliers.  It’s interesting to see these rooms and to compare them to contemporary palace rooms in Sweden.  Sweden was forever trying to imitate French fashion and reproduce the French level of luxury, but the coffers just were never as deep nor the craftsmanship as skilled.

Fontainebleau’s grounds aren’t as extensive nor as original as Versailles’s, but even so we managed to walk about 10 kilometers while covering the various gardens and parks.  The arrow-straight canal, for example, is 1.2 kilometers long (the one at Versailles is 1.6 km, Louis XIV had to outdo Fontainebleau in every way).  We had a lovely picnic on a bench overlooking the palace from the other side of the lake.

I was enchanted by Fontainebleau.  I loved the organic way that the various wings sprouted out from the original castle over time.  I loved the brick detailing, which I think is fairly unique in the Parisian region.  The tall roofs and chimneys felt like a romantic overlay contrasting the strict geometries of the Renaissance facades.  The interiors were unfathomably rich.  The views over the lake and pond to the sprawling palace were straight out of a fairytale.

Our last day in Paris, we took a tourist boat along the Seine and up the St. Martin canal.  The canal was dug for business and shipping purposes to link up two sides of the winding Seine with northern Paris.  It was bustling but unsightly until Haussmann dug the southern part of the canal underground in order to create neighborhoods for the bourgeoisie.
The first part of the canal was in this underground tunnel, but then we emerged into daylight in the St. Martin neighborhood.  We also went through four double locks and past a few swinging bridges.

The tree-lined canal is scenic, but I didn’t fall in love with the St. Martin neighborhood as we strolled through it after our boat trip.  It’s a relatively un-touristy neighborhood and I appreciated the “realness” of it, but it just didn’t have the same charm as some of the other neighborhoods that we’ve strolled through.    

We were excited to get home to Gordon, but our five days in Paris passed all too quickly.  We are, as always, looking forward to our next visit.