We Walk All Over

Theme-wise, this post is about transportation, but I wasn't sure many people would find that interesting enough to click on a post labeled "transportation." Unless they really like logistics.

Week 1 of our Baltic trip was with a tour group (mainly because we don't speak Lithuanian/Latvian/Estonian/Swedish/Russian), but we still had some time to wander off by ourselves. Personal wanderings, plus wanderings with the group, ended up logging an average of 5.5 miles every day, for a grand total of over 70 miles. And that's not counting the stairs or hills we hiked. I ended up needing new shoes, because the sole of my shoe started separating from the rest of it. [This is how we managed to eat ice cream nearly every day without gaining weight.]

Vilnius [Lithuania's capital] had bike rental kiosks around town, so Mark and I also used those to try to see all of the museums on the "must-see" list. It took a while to figure out the bike rental, though, because the payment part was in Lithuanian, so we were guessing what the machine wanted us to do.
That's Mark riding a bike. I was riding one, too, which is why the picture isn't great

When we were with the group and travelling longer distances, we used a large tour bus. I liked that, because it meant I could nap while still getting to where I needed to go.



At the end of the Baltic tour part, Mark and I took a Russian cruise ferry from Tallinn [Estonia's capital] to Stockholm [the so-called 'capital of Scandinavia'], and that felt like an adventure. It was basically bare-minimum 'motel' lodgings, but we just needed a place to sleep while we traveled to Sweden, so it was fine.
Swedish waters!


Once in Stockholm, we got our 'access' cards [the metro card that pays for trips] and took the metro Everywhere. We could have used the cards to get on some of the ferries going out to various Swedish islands, but never did so. There was plenty to see just where we were. Also, I was having issues and didn't feel like extra exertion.
[One of my issues was muscle tension, so while we were in Sweden I got a massage. Strangely, not a Swedish massage; it was Thai.]


Our "vacation" was actually busier and more active than 'normal life', but we knew it was a vacation because we weren't expected to know stuff.
That's how you know you're really living the life.

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