Called Malmo.
The next day Hannah and I took a bus to Malmo. Despite being the third largest city in Sweden, it still felt pretty small. And cute.
We took a stroll down the main street, passing this gentleman and his companions on the way.
A little market was up and bustling. The vendor talked me out of the strawberries I was eying and assured us that we needed some fresh Swedish raspberries. I think he was right.
We visited a shop dedicated to specialty foods from America. It’s funny to see the items the shopkeeper stocked. Some of the brands were new to me, but I enjoyed the Boylan soda we used to sell at the Pickford.
The rest of our time in Malmo we skipped over cobblestones, relaxed in outdoor cafes, and looked longingly at the adorable buildings and rooftops. Not even the bloody headless pigeon could ruin the atmosphere.
After returning to Lund, we walked up to “the hill.” The hill probably couldn’t be smaller… but luckily it’s a pretty flat place so the view was rewarding.
We watched this guy try and fail multiple times to take off with the wind… so we thought. Turns out he was just practicing his steering skills.
xo, jill