Home Swede Homecoming

Vince and I first went to Sweden together in October 2008, to see our longtime friends Jim and Lennart.
They lived in SF for years before selling their antique lighting shop and retiring, and have been lifelong friends with Vince (and me, after I came along). They spend about half of their time in Sweden and the other half in Isla Mujeres, Mexico. Hmm.. a couple of guys who split their time between far-flung locales? Remind you of anyone?

When we arrived in Nice, we weren't sure our trip to Sweden would come to fruition, but it worked out perfectly. And it was just like coming home.

Jim and Lennart really put on the dog when we arrived. No, they weren't teasing Honey. Putting on the dog by celebrating our arrival with a couple of lovely dinner parties at their country cabin. First with a gaggle of Swedish friends and family:







The next night, we had a delightful dinner with Lennart's brother Jolle and sister-in-law Gittan.



We had such fun. We popped over to see Gittan and Jolle again during our Swedish adventure, and met up with some of new friends at an art show a few days later:

Vince and I took in the art, but Honey was distracted:

She met some sweet poodles:

And apparently, that wore her out:

After that, a bunch of us met for lunch at Freadals Trädgårdscafé as well. Freadals is gorgeous:


We had shrimp sandwiches for lunch. Pretty much the rule in Sweden.


Gunilla was initially served 1 shrimp:

And being a good sport, she savored her it!

We had a lot of laughs and fun getting to know everyone better:

The Trip that Almost Wasn’t

Before we left for Nice, Vince and I planned a 10-day trip to see our friends Jim and Lennart, and stay with them at their country cabin in Sweden. It’s a charming home, set in a tranquil forest by a lake. We looked forward to a restful stay away from the hustle and bustle of Nice.
The last item on our pre-travel checklist was to get Honey’s paperwork together for France and Sweden. All was in order, until we hit a glitch. It turns out that Sweden requires additional paperwork beyond what most Western European countries require.

We’ve taken Honey abroad before, and we assumed we knew the drill: A visit to her vet (no more than 10 days before our departure date) so she could get her current health certificate and proof of rabies vaccination, then a trip to the USDA near SFO so the inspector could verify and stamp the documents. The inspector told us that, in order to gain entry to Sweden, Honey would need to get a vaccination for tapeworm from her vet in France (we knew about that) and that she would need to have a blood test to ensure that her level of rabies antibodies were within a certain range (it’s called a rabies antibody titer test — we didn’t know about that). We had just enough time to take Honey back to the vet for the test, but it didn’t look like the results would be ready for three or four weeks. If we paid a fee to expedite the paperwork, we might just make it. But it was slim-to-iffy at best. We opted for standard processing of Honey’s results and tried to change our flight to a later date (to no avail — cheap tickets aren’t very flexible). So we reconciled ourselves to missing out on a relaxing stay in the Swedish countryside.

Somehow, the results came back just in time.
We got the form two days before departure, which was one day before a national French holiday (Bastille Day aka La Fête Nationale aka le quatorze juillet). It’s a big deal (a 4th-of-July-type big deal) in France, and businesses would be closed the next day. And our flight was at the crack of dawn the following day. So we scampered off to our vet’s office in Nice for a same-day drop-in visit so he could certify Honey’s titer test — and suddenly, we were good to go. Honey not only got the paperwork we needed to go to Sweden, she got a French-issued EU Pet Passport!
A big thanks and merci to our US vet, Dr. Andrew Lie, and our French vet, Dr. Paul Benzimra.

Next time: Home, Swede Homecoming!