First I headed west on Tram 3 to take the kids to school. Fortunately today it wasn't as crowded as on Tuesday when we were packed in like sardines with standing room only. The preschool is small and has only two classes; Bowen is in class with babies who are very sad to be left by their mummies, so Bowen in turn is very sad for me to leave. So I let him sit in my lap during circle time, then I sneak out when it's time to play. They have a train set, he is fine.
Next I rode Tram 3 back into town, past our stop, all the way to Central Station. Then I had to ask for help. I was looking for the bus to the southern Ikea because Google maps seems to think it's faster, although it involved quite a walk between the stop and the store. Turns out the northern Ikea is the only one included in my transportation pass, and while I waited for that bus I stopped by the ATM and the news stand to check out their candy and magazine selection. I left both where they were, but it's good to know where I can get salty licorice and a cinnamon roll in one place. (Actually the 7-11 in our building probably has those, but I try to avoid it because of the delicious cupcakes they also sell.)
In a few minutes I boarded Bus 311 to Bäckebol, and in about 15 minutes it stopped right in front of Ikea. Much easier than the trip I anticipated to the southern Ikea. My first impression of Ikea in Sweden is that it is exactly the same as Ikea in the States, except for all the signs being in Swedish. In the States only the product names are Swedish (often named after places in Sweden), but the signs for everything are in Swedish here.
|That chocolate thing back there was awesome.|
It's ironic that we put all of our Ikea stuff in storage to move to Sweden, only to get here and find Ikea furnishings in our apartment. We have the exact same pair of these yellow-handled scissors at home.
|Opening our care package from Cassie|
We gave away a lot of our toys back in the States because we weren't shipping a container over here, so the kids have been playing with the few things we stuffed into suitcases. But now Bowen, our train-obsessed little man, has a train set again. And Thomas fits on the track, but not under the tunnel, so he is mainly involved with "helping" the new train over the bridge, or playing super hero when somebody (usually the Woody figurine) gets run over. He may be really sweet and huggy, but he's still a boy.