During that trip, we spent 5 amazing days in Stockholm. According to the local people we spoke to during the trip, it was those 5 days in a year when the sun shines over Stockholm.
People were taking their boats out into the deep blue water. Beautiful people, all over 6 feet, blond and magazine cover attractive. Cafes were bustling. It felt like you were standing in the middle of a postcard or poster promoting tourism in eastern Europe. 360 degrees of picturesque scenery. Canals, old buildings, modern art, parks, trees, and again those beautiful people. Everything was so clean you could eat off the floors of subway stations.
And everyone, yes, everyone, spoke English.
(After 3 weeks in Russia, you can imagine how happy we were to get to Stockholm.)
From then on when people ask me what my favorite city is I would say Stockholm (and then proceed to gush).
But not anymore. Now it's Osaka.
Where no one speaks English, people are short and generally unattractive, and scenery is so-so.
Hmmm... (I'm trying to remember why it's my new favorite city)
Oh yes, the food. The glorious, glorious food.
And the people who are so polite, you want to hug them, but that would be rude.
And the railroad system that looks like the central nervous system --
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