Later we stopped by Nille's shop, Salvation.
Boys had to get boy-friend tattoos.
So excited!
Street Boyfriends!
All of those necklaces in that case are NY Yankees logos.
The last push before the morning flight home.
Stockholm cried when we left, either for joy or pain it's unknown.
Probably one of the nicest moments in my life is that no one, on a flight full of overweight fried-Coke eaters, bible thumpers, youth groupers, college hippies, and just generally undesirable Americans, and all of the ugly swedish people (wherever they came from), plus one nice girl that I met on the way over, flying back with her boyfriend and so otherwise-seated, took this seat next to me. NO ONE. I was alone, and thus had an unblocked view of Dreamgirls, and an extra tray table upon which to place anything my heart desired. This was a perfect moment in my life, and I'll reflect on it during hard times in the future.
Flew to Philly again.
Oh Delaware River, you are comfort.
Center City in the distance. Friends' houses in view.
Nueva York, I have returned.
Shine on.
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