Here in rainy Stockholm summer is decidedly over, but the city itself is glorious: Utopia with no parking. We're also 9 hours ahead of Vancouver, so it's still Tuesday morning back home while I'm looking forward to bedtime here.
Early this morning I came down to the hotel lobby, bummed a cup of coffee off the night clerk, and did some blogging before breakfast while North America was going to bed. I also reflected on the lack of new MERS cases in Saudi Arabia, and how Flublogia was lapsing into its familiar "experts fear" mode: Professional worrywarts are going around wringing their hands about awful things this new virus is theoretically capable of doing. It might make a post, I thought, given the lack of real news.
Before I could write a post about fearful experts, my wife and I caught a number 2 tram downtown and spent some time in the Museum of Photography (the Pieter Hugo exhibit stunned us, especially his photos of the troupe of men, baboons, and hyenas) before delivering ourselves to the gorgeous cobblestone tourist trap that is Gamla Stan. By the time we got back to the hotel, news about the Filipina nurse who died of MERS last month was all over Flublogia. I've spent the afternoon and evening trying to catch up, while reflecting on what a small, 24/7 world it's become.
Now I'm packing it in for the night, but I'll be back in the hotel lobby early tomorrow morning, watching the local parents walk their kids to the school up the street (this is a city of young families) and looking for news of fresh disasters. Who knows? Maybe even the Saudi Ministry of Health will have something to report.