Stockholm Sin-drome 
" is a psychological response. It occurs when hostages or abuse victims bond with their captors or abuser" 

Well fuck me up you beautiful Swedish bitch! If Stockholm held me captive, I'd fall in love with it too. 

         Sadly, I was only here for a day on my way to the Arctic, there was not enough time for the abuse it would take to capture my heart. 

                                                        .......Seriously, use and abuse me. I want it!!

I was already falling in love, oh how I want to be like youuuuuuuuuu.
Luckily, I had a plan....

Step 1: Get a Vovlo

I saw this sexy beast at a car show in California just a month earlier and thought
 "that's the only car to rent. period" 

The blending in was on point.

Step 2: Love the city

Lock me up in here. 

Jesus Christopher T, it is fucking cold here....abusively cold.

And he, shall be my man. 

Everything is overly lit. Literally. Light everything. fuck it guys know it's night, right? 

Step 3: Learn the Language 

I did want to see his MasterKock

Honestly, its a hard language to piece together. Even this Sprite gave me anxiety. 
What's this label about servings? Caffeine? Sugar? Acid? No clue

yeah, exactly. 

Step 4: Swedish delights

Swedish food is not something I had before, so we went with what the hotel recommended


Best fucking sorbet ever.

For whatever reason, inside this bar the only other people I met were fucking Californians