Swedish Update

So my day as a Swedish girl was big fun. I actually didn't get into character all that much, although I did call myself Inge and Olga alternately, got checked out a fair amount, and did a good job of looking touristy. L took a fine picture of me having my ass sniffed by a brass donkey. Then we played with other peoples' dogs in the park. Unfortunately I got a sunburn on my Swedish-level decolletage. Such is the punishment for a sinner.