Post by Grubb.
Around noon we took the ferry from Gamla Stan to visit the Viking Museum on Djurgården Island. I was captivated by the museum’s mapped historical timeline. Given the extent of the three-hundred year extended Viking tour, it’s a wonder that we all don’t have a drop of that marauding Nordic blood in our veins. And then there are the gods. Give me a couple more on-topic museums and I might become a convert. Odin, Loki, Freyja, Thor, the whole gang is worth singing about, but especially Thor. So, okay, maybe the Norwegian hammer theme has nothing to do with struggle. Maybe it’s about Thor. Once he’s part of your cultural heritage he’s inextricable. You can be Karl Ové Knausgaard raising kids in Stockholm and still think of it as if you were Thor wielding a hammer banging out new lives.
Ella’s favorite takeaway from the museum was when we took a Mr. Toad’s wild ride through a tunnel and followed a Viking adventurer as he sailed forth to capture slaves, plunder, and, after a series of setbacks, bring back a modest treasure horde to his family.