At Kulturefest in Stockholm, Nana met a friendly robot who danced with her and posed for a picture.  This is in stark contrast to robots in France.

We also stopped by some of the little .  In Chicago, I spend nearly every weekend at one of the many street festivals.  I eased my way into Swedish life by doing the same.  The music on the stages were varied - this group played vocal-driven folk rock.  Stopping here also gave Nana and Papa a chance to sit down.

All kinds of companies set up booths at Kulturefest.  Green friendly Swedes won’t pimp their rides, but they will pimp their wheelchairs.  The only things missing were the elephant ears, funnel cakes, and beer stands.

While we were eating Lebanese food, CaribbeanFest partied through the streets.  In authentic Caribbean style, some of the countries’ floats were late, so every 15 minutes a different group danced by.  They also may have gotten lost, as I think we saw the same guys come by a few times.

Some other observations so far:

• Women here come in two varieties, Heidi Klum and frumpy
• Many things Sweden is known for - pancakes, vikings, lingonberries - don’t actually exist here.  Hot Dog stands are everywhere, but they’re called körbs (sausages).
• Teenagers own the streets - but that may be because I accidentally wandered into TeenFest ‘08.
• Street festivals here have lots less drinking in the streets
• At night, parks in Stockholm were filled with normal people, rather than drug dealers

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