The future is here, no wait: Malmö, Sweden

Do you know what I love? Being rewarded for just being in the right place at the right time.
I'm back in Stockholm after my ship from Helsinki docks, and I have a few hours to kill before my night train departs (the same day). It starts to get dark, and I'm near the old town center when I hear a large "bang" in the distance. The same sound rings again, and again, and then it begins to increase in frequency. At first I thought it was either the military doing some shooting practice, or perhaps it was another drug deal gone wrong. I looked to the sky and noticed the flashes had a little colour to them now. Between me and the fireworks was a large parliament building blocking 100% of my view. I awkwardly ran to the action, trying not to spill the incredibly small glass of mulled wine I had just purchased, not two minutes previous.
Fireworks to me always bring back terrible memories of mosquitos (lots and lots of mosquitos), and long (carbon monoxide filled) vehicle line-ups. It was a nice treat to just walk by and bear witness to a nice display of things exploding, if even for just a few minutes.
After the firework show ended, I went to the old town cathedral and listened to an organ concert. But this ain't your moma's organ concert. The organist (I think his name was C.M. Lericiiciici) has been playing for the Pope for over twenty years. Lericiiciici laid down holy beats like it was nobody's business. Every holy-shizzle was met with two (or more!) concecrated-fizzle, and the rambunctious audience of grey haired hipsters were fueling the fire with unrestricted energy and rhythm (I think I saw one of them stretch!!!!).

I had an embarrassing moment on the night train later that evening. After making my bed, the ticket-checking clerk made me move because my numbers were backwards, and I was in the wrong room. It's not unusual about being put into a mixed dorm-style room where all the other occupants just happen to be girls, but this time I really WAS in a girls room. Once I made it to my assigned bed, I quickly realized that the feminists of the world have won. The pillow in the girls cab was like you would expect--soft. The pillow in MY cab was a little bit more like the egyptians used. I'm not normally one to complain, but I paid the same rate as those girls to sleep on this train. Why do I get an inferior pillow for the same rate? This "equal rights" campaign can take my concrete pillow and shove it! I'll show them! I'll show all of them! YEARGH!
(or the nerdiER version: YEARGH!)

Malmö has been surprisingly nice, what with its Copenhagen style city planning, and Stockholm style architecture. I visited the local ramparts, and also took a long sight seeing stroll downtown. I saw a very interesting display of new vs. old architecture at the city library. On one side you have the red brick, classical renaissance style, and adjacent to that you will find the glass and steel play well together. The new wing of the library was so cool that I just had to take a look around. The simple act of finding a book in that place would be an adventure, and free! Shame I can't read Swedish.

I just realized I thought looking for a book would be exciting. This makes me sad. Oh well, nap time!

Kyle- eating way too many free gingersnaps- out.