I heard the fog horn, mournful, yet threatening, in the night. Long and low, from the throat, growling, "I’m here; I’m big! Move out of my way!" I woke again to watch the archipelago that makes up the opening to the port of Stockholm float by, well I guess we were floating by; it is granite. Sweden has thousands of granite islands. As we neared harbor, a big cruise boat passed. She is called Viking Grace, with Grace written on her side three times. She made me think of Mom who loved adventure. "Mom would love this!" I whispered to a few sea gulls sitting expectantly next to me. "Mom would be up for this!" "Perhaps she is," they cooed back. And so our Stockholm adventure begins. 8am and tying up to the pier which faces a big granite hill, I wave to a couple walking a big black dog, "Good morning!" but they don’t see me. I’m just another bit of white in my RCCL bathrobe with white coffee cup, leaning against one of hundreds of balconies. They don’t wave back, but I wave! "Good morning Stockholm! I bring Peace!" God bless you!
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