Stockholm’s beautiful Grand Hotel is full up with Nobel laureates and their gene pools. David Gross and his kids arrived with baseball caps that say Gross: The Strong Force. Edward Prescott’s cute grandchildren were in the lobby when we arrived. I haven’t seen Kydlands or Politzers or Axels yet, but it’s just a matter of time…er, scratch that, yes I have.
And we’re all drinking metaphorical lingonberry juice. All day long.
Swedish hospitality involves lots of lingonberry juice. It’s a kind of a national “welcome to Sweden” beverage. The Nobel officials who meet jet-lagged travelers at the SAS gateway whisk you away to drink lingonberry juice. The Ice Hotel brings hot lingonberry juice to guests waking up on a fur-covered ice bed. And so on–IKEA dispenses it by the imperial gallon.
Sweden is so lovely and everyone is so kind that my tongue will be metaphorically blue for a while. Now I have to get off this computer so that Finn Kydland can use it.