Each night I would pore over guide books, plotting routes all over the city, hoping to pluck up the courage to make my way in to any one of the eateries that I aspired to get in to. There was no barrier but my own insecurity.
It was only a few streets away from the hotel, and they were open about the fact that they spoke English.
That was important, as neither of us had a whole amount of Swedish that we could rely upon.
I don’t feel I can say I know a country unless I have peered in to its geographical heart and seen what it is made of.
I wore my feet to blisters the first time I was there. I walked across the city in every direction I could, only to find that I should have taken the tram instead.