We had a wonderful dinner with Sarah last night. Because our stomachs were still recovering from the IcelandAir food, we opted to wait a day before going native. We went out for pizza and salad at this great Italian restaurant down the street, and I tried a pint of some wonderful Swedish lager.
A couple things we learned:
-In Sweden, most people eat their pizza with a knife and fork. As such, pizza is delivered to you un-sliced.
-They aren't keen on you sharing things here, but we opted to go our own American way and order two pizzas and one big salad.
By 8:15, the three of us retreated to the Scandic Alvic. Sarah went to peck away at my computer (her apartment lacks internet access) and when she turned around she likely found that Rach and I had already checked out while watching a Swedish gameshow on television.
Up this morning with a little more spring in our step after 10-plus hours of sleep and a Red Sox win. Going to check out the city today, and we'll have more to write about later.
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