Last weekend I went to Stockholm to visit friends and my goddaughter. Since I don’t have any vacation this summer, I could only go during the weekend. I left work early and took the 2 pm train south. The train was actually in time (which is unusual for being Swedish trains, believe it or not) and everything went smoothly.
Saturday I spent playing with my goddaughter and it was so much fun. I will never understand how children can have so much energy, it’s impossible to keep up with them! We went to two different playgrounds, we played with cars, and the kitchen, and water and painted… When she had gone to bed and we were watching football I almost fell asleep sitting up. Had to go to bed during halftime, haha.
Sunday I was heading back home again. I had booked a bus ticket since the train had been too expensive to book earlier that day. After breakfast I headed to the metro to catch the train to the central station, that’s where I hit trouble. The train came 13 minutes late and I ended up arriving at one end of the central station at 10.14 and the bus left from the other end at 10.15. I hurried to try to catch the bus incase it was late, but when I came to the busstation side of the station my bus had disappeared from the sign with all departing busses, so I couldn’t even go see if it was still there.
Anyway, I found a rather “cheap” last minute train ticket so it was okay. That was the first time I ever missed a bus/train/flight, and I guess statistically I was just getting closer and closer to the day I would miss something. And it was a rather good day to miss the bus, compared to what it could have been. I was only heading home, after a weekend away. It could have been on the way down when I would have come down to Stockholm way too late instead, or could have been me missing a flight going abroad.
I ended up spending a few hours at a café, reading and people watching. Could have been worse, but of course it would have been better if I had been in time for the bus, or if I could have spent the extra time with my friends.
But overall I had a great weekend. So much fun seeing my friends and my goddaughter, and her younger sister of course (who’s too young to play but so cute and happy all the time). One of the best things with being back in Sweden is to be close to my friends and family again.