I recently came across half of my photos from when I went to Europe in 2002! My daad actually had some photo cds (from the film camera I took with me) as well as a few photo albums... So all was not completely lost when my hard drive jumped off the couch to its untimely death.
Way back in my previous life as a clarinetist, I thought it would be amazing to go to Stockholm for the 2002 Clarinetfest. I had gone to the previous Clarinetfest in New Orleans and had a blast, so I figured Stockholm would be equally if not more amazing. I was able to convince 3 of my clarinet playing friends at the university to go with me, as well as spend some time in a few other countries- because why travel all that way and not see Paris or Amsterdam?!
Clearly I am a pack rat, because I still have the June 2002 issue of "The Clarinet."
We left Tampa, FL on July 1 early in the morning and landed at Newark and waited and waited for our connection to Zurich later that evening. Done on purpose to avoid missing a flight due to delays. It was our first time in Europe, and we were so ridiculously excited.
I've been taking photos of the planes I've flown on since the beginning. Here was our ride to Zurich.
The food was as you'd expect... Like I look back now and cringe at how "touristy" I was not trying many unique to Sweden foods, but we had a lot of fun and that is all that matters.
Quite possibly the longest escalator I'd ever been on- going into the subway.
We took a boat tour of Stockholm that was setup through the festival.
I took this photo at midnight in Stockholm. The sun never really sets in the summer due to how far north the city is. At midnight, it looked like dusk. Craziness.
The 4 of us outside of the main hall for the Clarinet fest. J, me, B, and G.
I loved the vibe of this city a lot and really want to return someday. I usually don't want to go to the same place for vacation multiple times due to money and time constraints (minus places where we have family), but Stockholm is one of the places I would like to explore as an adult with more cultural understanding as well as an expanded food palate. I passed up the herring in the breakfast buffet each day, but if I ever go back, I would eat local and stay away from anything I could find in the USA. Because being a traveler > tourist.
Next up on these lame ass recaps of a trip 13 years ago:
The train ride from Stockholm to Hamburg, Germany and maybe more!