Volvo Factory, Gothenburg, Sweden

I'm typing from a computer inside the Volvo Factory in Gothenburg. It's huge . . . we're about to take a tour - I wouldn't be surprised if we get lost.

Gothenburg is amazing. Driving in from the airport it looks just like the road to Bellingham, a twisting road cut from bedrock. The city pops up behind an ancient, wooden, amusement park. It is a mix of old 15th century architecture and modern ikea-esque buildings. Our hotel was of the latter sort but comfortable. Our first night it rained! It reminds me very much of Seattle, the trees, the weather, even the dour-it's-august-and-50degrees-out expression on everyone's face.

We're leaving tonight on a ferry which will cross the Baltic Sea and take us into Kiel. I haven't heard much English lately, though everyone speaks it when prompted. It's a little refreshing to have your language be in the minority but also a little disconcerting. They aren't kidding around here in Sweden, none of the street signs even resemble english.

I will post pictures soon.