So, I never got to church while I was here. Long, rather cautionary tale of what happens to a state church in decline. Nonetheless, I was rather intrigued by a sign outside the parish office at the Ljusterö Kyrka.
When i saw that, I thought, “man, I’m going into Stockholm, the city of free love, all by myself the night before I catch my flight back to the USA. I might have to see if I can figure out what a Pastorsexpedition is.” Then, I found out this is the Swedish word for Parish Hall. And if that wasn’t disappointing enough, I’ve come down with a cold that’s edging into something worse that includes a temperature. A girl just gets no breaks around here.
Now said soto voce:
I WANNA BE HOME!