I’m writing this from a train. It’s carrying me across the Swedish countryside to Stockholm, where I have one last concert before I set my sights for the West, and my family, and my country, and my church. And my Las Palmas chimichangas.
It’s been a great tour. My favorite in Sweden so far. I’ll upload the pictures later and let you see a few reasons why I’m proud to have descended from this fine country. But first, I wanted to tell you a few things:
Pictured here are two freezing Nashvillians at the ruins of a castle that was probably built by the elvish slaves of a local giant. Just a hunch.
1) I met a woman named Maret (I think that’s the right spelling) at last night’s show. She’s from Norway, but is currently living in Sweden. She found out about last night’s show in Kalmar and took a 2 hour train ride to see it. But that’s not the only fun part–she also told me right away how much she loved the Rabbit Room. She discovered it through Travis Prinzi’s site, then through the Rabbit Room found a lot of music and writing she connected with. It was pretty cool. So thanks, Maret, for making the trip, and for joining us. If we were in the real Rabbit Room I’d buy you a plate of fish and chips.
2) Jamie and I will be in London for a few days this weekend, and I thought it would be fun to meet up with our British constituency. If you’re near London and want to meet up for coffee Saturday morning, email me or comment on this post and we’ll settle on a place. I’ll have my guitar, so if an impromptu set ought to happen somewhere I’m game.
That’s it. I’m having a great time in Europe, but I can’t wait to get home to the Warren and my children. And Las Palmas.