Sweden had very little time to make an impression on me—maybe a day or two. But what a day. I arrived by ferry from Denmark, driving up to the woods near Jönköping (which is pronounced nothing like English phonetics might suggest). It was midsummer day, and everything down to the gas stations was locked down. Meanwhile, people wandered the streets, drunken, barefoot, with flowers in their hair. Truly a wondrous sight.