DAY 161 - LAST night in Sweden

Aug 27 - Quick Stop-Over in Märsta

We had an 8 hour bus ride ahead of us to Märsta.  While we waited, Rich thought he would try and sell our last two in-town bus tickets.  We were not going to be able to use them, so I waited and off he went to meet up with people about to buy tickets.  One young man took him up on it.

He's such a salesman.

The train/bus station is quite nice.

This guy kept me entertained on the chimes while I waited.

Gorgeous flowers along the pathway.

The Swedish bus lines are very fancy...clean, fast, smooth, great bathrooms, and even wi-fi.  We weren't used to such luxury.

 Märsta is  a suburb of Stockholm and is close to the main international airport, Arlanda.  We had tickets to fly to London at 5 a.m. the next morning, so we needed to find a place close to the airport. We found Stefan and Julia, after an 8 hour bus ride from Goteborg.  Even if Märsta origins go back to around 500 AD, the city is a modern residential area. Märsta has a mix of multi-story dwellings and smaller houses.

They shared a wonderful dinner with us and although Julia could only speak a little English, we communicated as best we could. 

A typical dish - Swedish meatballs with potatoes, a sweet berry sauce and creamed brown gravy.

Rich slept on one end of the couch and I on the other end.

We went on a nice walk through part of the town, to the grocery store, then to this little ampitheater.

Bye-bye Sweden.  It was a pleasure to visit the country of my fore-fathers.  We met so many wonderful people.  Thank-you to my long-lost cousins and all of our couch surfing hosts.  We feel it a privilege to have met you all.  You made our stay in Sweden and Scandinavia an unforgettable experience.  Love you all.  

Now, to England where the Clarke Family came from - my Grandmother's ancestors.