Daily Wanderlust: A gray morning in Klädesholmen, Sweden

Klädesholmen,Sweden is home not only to the Salt & Sill hotel, Sweden’s first floating hotel, but also breathtaking scenery.

This tiny town, which had a mere 325 residents in 2010, was particularly empty the day I wandered through. Even though it was May, the winter held its grip on this town longer than normal, resulting in overcast days threatening to spill rain from the large, puffy clouds. To explore the town, I simply walked through the hotel’s parking lot and up the one road into town.

The narrow lane wound its way through charming little homes with hand painted mailboxes, through quaint inlets where fishing boats rocked in the wind-whipped waters against a backdrop of granite outcroppings. Occasionally a car would pass by, heading out-of-town and back toward the main land, but for the most part it was just me and the morning.

Even with the gray clouds hanging in the air and the fat drops of rain plunking down from the sky, the walk through Klädesholmen treated me to a tiny peek at this village and its quiet spring morning.

The result? Angsty photos that tell the story of this little town on a chilly May day.

Editor’s Note: My time in Sweden is courtesy of Visit Sweden, however all opinions are my own. If you have questions regarding this, please read my disclosure policy. Want more on Sweden? Follow along in Twitter and Instagram, #myswedentrip.


Daily Wanderlust: Lysekil, Sweden

Summertime in Sweden means a few things: gorgeous weather, the desire to be outside enjoying said weather, and a sun that never seems to set.

At 4 a.m., the first rays of sun creep through the window (which curtain I never did draw closed). By 6 a.m., thanks to the nine hour time difference, I am up. Ready for the day. Even though I know by 2 p.m., I will be in major need of a nap.

Fortunately for those early mornings, I have the places I am visiting to myself. I am able to creep down the creaky stairs at Strandflickorna in Lysekil and head out the front door to the beauty of the sea that awaits me.

On this early morning walk, it was just me and the seagulls taking in the nature and charm of the town, which is located nearby Gotenburg. A major tourist hotspot in the summer, this morning was quiet.

And all mine.

Editor’s Note: My time in Sweden is courtesy of Visit Sweden, however all opinions are my own. If you have questions regarding this, please read my disclosure policy.


Driving in Sweden

Driving in Sweden

I roll the keys to the Volvo over and over in my hand, laughing nervously as the Hertz customer service agent explains the car to me.

I haven’t drive in Europe since Romania. And that … that was just awful steering wheel death grips and praying for survival.

I’ve been traveling for nearly 24 hours and can feel the exhaustion and the nine hour time difference begin to sink in, even though it is 9 a.m. in Gotenburg.

“Um … driving here … in Sweden … I’ve only driven once in Europe … and it was in Romania … and I didn’t like it at all. I was really scared the entire time … is this, um, is driving in Sweden anything like that?” I ask, trying my best to assemble my thoughts, cringing at how stressed I was during my day trip through the Eastern Europe country.

The blonde haired woman looks at me and smiles.

“No, not at all,” she promises.

I take the keys and head to the parking garage where my four-door Volvo sits, waiting for me.

OK, D. Let’s do this.

After unloading my suitcase into the trunk, I slide into the driver’s seat and sit. Breathe. Put the key in the ignition.

You’ve got this.

I turn on the car, back out.

Not so bad.

Then, I head out of the garage.

A cab whizzes by me. Then, a car. My shoulders shoot to my ears. My grip tightens on the steering wheel.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I can’t drive here. 

I have no choice. I take one hand off the wheel and grab my directions, which don’t say anything about how to get out of the airport and onto the E6 towards Oslo.

Not good.

So, I do what I am best at: winging it.

I pull out, slowly. Very, very slowly. Then, am on the roadway. Trying to keep up with traffic, but when the speedometer shoots up towards 70 km/h I begin to doubt my driving ability.

Guesses on what this says?

Maybe it’s because of the lack of sleep and long travel time. Maybe it’s because of the gloom I have stepped off the plane and in to. Gray clouds hang low in the sky.

Please, please do not rain. I don’t want to drive in the rain in a foreign country in a car that is not mine.

I silently will myself to get out onto the highway and go, go, go.

And then, I’m off. Albeit not fast enough for the red Volvo behind me, who, in my rearview mirror, shakes his head and raises his hands as he pulls around me.

Still not sure where the illusive E6 is (I see no signs), I pull off and stop at a gas station and ask.

“It’s just there,” the clerk says, looking amused at my complete lack of knowledge.

Then, I pull back out onto the highway, off towards Oslo for my first stop of my Sweden trip, the island of Marstrand.

And, you know what? Driving in Sweden? A lot like driving in America. Thank goodness.

Editor’s Note: My time in Sweden is courtesy of Visit Sweden, however all opinions are my own. If you have questions regarding this, please read my disclosure policy.


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