Where am I?

Sorry, that was Canterbury in 2006. Anyway, I can’t help thinking that these three signs are related, somehow.

“What do you feel like for lunch?” I asked Matt. “How about Viking?” he answered. “We haven’t had Viking for a while.”

It’s been a few years, but here I am at the Viking Kitchen on Walmgate, in York.

Where’s Matt?

I had to spring Angie out of the joint, tonight. I let her out at 09:30, and they called me around 17:00 - 60 minutes before closing time. She’ll have to work off the $30 bail.

I’m not sure why she was picked up. From talking to the young lady at the PHS, I gather that some neighbor decided she was a stray, brought her inside, and panicked because she wouldn’t eat anything. Well, she’d had breakfast already.

We’ll see how long the collar lasts, this time.

I was in Washington DC for the occasion of O. Eric’s 40th birthday, which entailed excellent wine and a good time all around. Along the way, we dropped by the cherry blossom festival.

It’s a good thing I packed winter clothes: rumors of Stockholm’s early Spring are much exaggerated. But at least there’s Dilmah.

Throughout the week leading up to Easter, the weather was mercurial. The thermometer never dipped much below freezing, but there was enough wind-chill to cut through several layers of clothing.

The weekend in Stockholm was interesting. I went to the historic museum, the national museum, and… a pillow fight outside the central train station.

On the way back to Frankfurt, my Lufthansa flight was designated “City of Würzburg” - nice!