Great Journey 🇸🇪 Day 511
We decorate our Stockholm visit with the best good-mood self-entertainment.
I admit I didn't feel like going to Stockholm at all, but because of the desire for equality and all that... we're here now.
Given the multitude of possibilities, we agree on one thing: ABBA. Frozen through but with the "Prima Pretty Ballerina" song in our minds, we head for the ABBA Museum.
It quickly becomes clear: simply great! The German-speaking audio guide chats away, and now we know everything about the four. And much more. We swing from one song to the next, admire the great costumes and sing "Dancing Queen" karaoke-style in the studio.
Unfortunately, our recording differs a little from the original. But what the heck, Agnetha and Frieda must have started out that way too.
Further on, Gerd practices as the fifth band member on stage between 4 hologram Abbas. Gimme! Gimme! And what can I say, I was only able to prevent him from being engaged from the seat with a lot of effort.
We don't know how long we were there, but it was long, very long. And every single minute felt like a happy smorgasbord between Grand Prix de Eurovision and long-ago disco memories.
Elated, we prance into the freezing cold with "Thank you for the Music" ringing in our ears, pull up our zippers and pull our caps deep into our faces and quickly drive home to our heated Felix.
