The Ice Hotel In Jukkasjarvi
We reach Jukkasjarvi midday, and I am determined to have Swedish pancakes.
Oh, yes, there is a café, and she is open! They arrive hot with berry compote.
I lick the powdered sugar off the top, and request more.
I am in Sweden after all.
It is a real vacation, right Sarah?
Let’s enjoy ourselves! The shops are fun too.
Snowmobiling? Why not? I never did like to fish. But of course, you cajole me.
So we do both. We stay in the Ice Hotel which is part of an ice village.
There are suites, galleries, and a small church; all made of blocks of ice.
We snuggle down in sleeping bags and watch the beautiful Northern Lights.
Day three we find the Ice Bar, where the drink glasses are made of ice.
What? Wow! I cannot believe this place, and ice sculptures everywhere.
It feels like a magical place, because it is. A guided river rafting trip?
Sarah, you are opening up my horizons way too fast. Yet, I love it!
If you ever decide to come back to Jukkasjarvi, please count me in.
We will bring your mother too. There is room for another sleeping bag
And who would not want to fall asleep to The Northern Lights?
This has been the best vacation ever! Let’s go have some Swedish meatballs.
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