stockholm~ what to say about this dazzling city, crown jewel of international scandinavia?
water. first water. interlocking islands like a checkerboard maze in the baffling baltic. keeping the russians out, keeping me eternally lost. walking.
walking. sweet smelling lilacs in bloom. white-blossomed apple trees. tulips, violets, pansies. traipsing from one island to another. over one bridge, another. the cobblestoned old town center, gamla stan – tourists, bars, shops, shoppers, jazz clubs, bars, people pouring out into the streets day/night.
skeppsholmen – the modern art museum, an endless array of ornate green-steepled churches. stockholm’s skyline just delicious. you can’t help but devour and delect the view, 24 hours a day (almost 20 daylight), like a sweet liqueur, like a gourmet meal, like an architectural smorgasbord. djurgarden – with the multi-steepled renaissance nordic museum, now showing the current ABBA exhibit.
who were these guys? or did you too completely miss them in the disco 70s? a great swedish export i guess, along with bjorn borg, meatballs, and ingemar johanssen.
i go to the drottingsholm theater, oldest theater in the west, still operating after a hundred years of disrepair. actually have to sneak/talk my way in. seems that the king is having a public high tea or luncheon today. theater closed, sorry.
“but i came all the way from los angeles to see the theater. i’m professor trules from the university of southern california. doing my doctoral dissertation on classical theater architecture.”
“certainly dr. trules. i’m sure the king won’t mind. just make it brief, if you don’t mind.”
amazing primitive pyrotechniques of rigging, scaffolding, set and sound design. a hand-cranked wind making machine. a rope pull for thunder sounds. thirty womenmoving an underground capstain to change the sets. all illusion. all magic – the way the theater used to be – under the “theater king”, king gustav, 1780s. before, radio, tv, film, video, dvd, the voracious mobile phone. i swear it’s orwell’s 1984 here in nokia/ericsson/siemens’s sweden, everyone chained to their cellular phone, like a chip in their head. of course, that’s the next step. only a heartbeat away.
made my way into the oh-so-trendy record debut party of “sahara hotnights” atthe kulturhusset. mark my words, this all girl group rocks. madonna meets springsteen. the lead singer Sings, the drummer Drums. hard. athletic. muscular. all they need is the right agent. they’re on they’re way to LA. or not. we all know how that goes. i gave them my card….
then to stureplan, the sunset strip of stockholm. the spy bar, lydmar hotel, clubs, restaurants, the beautiful people. it took me only two nights here to get just as depressed as i am in LA. couldn’t even go up to anyone and introduce myself. when i did, “hey, i’m eric. where you from?” “dublin? great. what are you doing here?” “talking to your friend? oh, right…”
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sound familiar? hell, stockholm can’t help but be compared to new york/LA. everyone trying/looking/dressing to be oh-so-cool. modesty gone, this ain’t finland…
escaped for a recovery day to the royal botanical gardens. walked in the king’s old hunting grounds around the lake. sat, meditated. tried to find myself again. japanese gardens, empty trails, sorta like elysian park, but with kayaks and dogs talking swedish…
now as i’ve already reported, “servas” is great. in case you forgotten – or just joined me servas is this wonderful, dedicated-to-world peace organization that introduces voluntary hosts to voluntary travelers – all over the world. you can stay for free for two nights with the host of your choice – who you’ve chosen from your servas country-of-choice host list whose encoded description can soon be interpreted something like this: sweden, stockholm, zone 3 (slightly northwest of city center): married couple, jan, male 53, school teacher; yumiko, female 47, architect; children 3: erik, 25, lissa, 19, martin 16; non-smoking, vegetarian; into green peace, city planning, women’s movement, chess, and folk music; traveled to america, morocco/north africa, southeast asia, and russia; address, phone, fax, and e-mail. no pets, no sleeping bag necessary. contact 3 days in advance.
the first way perhaps allows a little more security – at the price of over-structuring; the second way sometimes leaves you homeless – or at least hostless – for a night or two, but with a little cash in your wallet – or the omni-present ATM card (at least in first world countries � and you’d be surprised in how many third world countries), you get to improvise, find a cheap (or not so cheap) hotel, and make your trip up as you go.
servas may not be the way to travel for some people, but if you’re open-minded, like to meet new people, and appreciate natives showing you around their local environs, then servas is a great boon to travelers. sometimes, perhaps you don’t want the obligation to be sociable and friendly, which you have to be when meeting new hosts; well that’s the time for your ATM card and hotel. but other times, it’s pretty fantastic and humanizing to have a nice home-cooked meal forlunch or dinner – and to be treated like a member of a new family every two nights. in any event, it sure beats the international sheraton, marriott, or backpacker’s lonely planet routes.
also gotta keep my history of western civilization straight: greek, roman, gothic, baroque, rococo, classical, romantic… am i right? someone straighten me out.
romance? always around the corner… or is this the land of schopenhauer and bergman?
ooops, i’m late. gotta catch another train — off to another servas host up north today……
hasta la vista, babies,
erik the swede