by Alison Stein Wellner
I was hearing sounds that I couldn’t identify, but this didn’t entirely surprise me.
I was standing in the garden at Läckö Castle, on Lake Värnen near Lidköping, in West Sweden. I’d just gotten off from the red eye flight from the United States and I was in that jet-lagged, grainy-eyed, brain-riddled-with-bird-shot place where even ordinary things don’t make sense. It was a struggle to get my bearings, standing under a porcelain blue sky in the shadow of largest medieval castle in the Sweden. I was at a reception, in fact, so I attempted to make sensible conversation while I balanced a glass of white wine and a bowl of soup just made from long green beans plucked from the vines crawling up the garden wall.
Read more at Perceptive Travel Blog – Calling the Cows in West Sweden