
Here we are at Skansen. Kinda of a Winston-Salem, but in Swedish. This is shortly after Erin's comment "But farms are dirty!!" |

100% tourist. Notice the camera glued to eye. A sleeping baby
and best of all, a can of coke in the free hand. Al we salute you! |

Here is the Mayan-Celtic-Viking Art that Erin was so fond of.
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Moulin Rouge, La Molina Roja, Red Windmill at Skansen. |

Here we are at some monument. We couldn't tell if it was a milestone or a tomb stone. Either way we guessed was a milestone in one's life.
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Dutch girl in her natural habitat. |

There were tons of animals at Skansen (see Erin's
site for more pics). This was a wolverine/badger. Don't
know which - Al seemed to be the specialist on this. It was frolicking way to quickly. |

Neato building on the side of a hill in Skansen. I don't remember
much about it other than it was neat. |
 Erin and I on the same hill at that neato building. In the background is Stockholm. |
 This picture is for Tricia. The peacock is a symbol of royalty you know. |

We walked all day and were exhausted. Our poor little feet were blistered.
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 So exhausted in fact that we got on the wrong bus going home. Something about number 47 and number 75 bus looking alike. Notice there is NO ONE on this bus. |