Stockholm is a beautiful city to walk around in. The Italian even admitted that it would be a perfect city if the weather was slightly warmer. A lot warmer.
I hadn’t expected that a burger would be the highlight of the Italian’s visit to Stockholm. He arrived really late to our hotel after his flight was delayed 1h ½ (so Swedish, he complained), so I didn’t think that the very first thing he had done after stepping off the plane was to head to Sweden’s answer to McDonalds, Max.
I refuse to accept that I’m no longer on holiday. I’m therefore immersing myself in vacay memories from Sweden. Every time I go back home I pay a visit to my grandma’s colleague Mrs L and her family. My grandma owned a womenswear boutique and Mrs L was her loyal employee.
In the midst of all my holiday memories from Sweden I suddenly remembered that I hadn’t shared my best brunch moment of the year. In fact, I’ve been a bit slow in general sharing the good food life I had in Moscow. I was meant to make lists and everything, and you should know how much I enjoy making lists.
When I arrive back home to K-town I demand two things: sunshine and food. The latter is very easy to dig out, the former seems to be quite a challenge. For 3 years in a row I’ve been unlucky with the weather and seeing as spring has been a complete disaster in London, I needed some sun rays this time. My poor mum really has to put up with a lot when the sun diva arrives.