If I was able I would have made a multisensory presentation of all the wonderful things we experienced in Sweden for the last three weeks. Because I wish that you also could smell the pine needles in the forest warmed from the sun, feel the smooth and slick lake water against your skin, taste the tart lingonberries and hold the tiny frog’s cold body in your hand. And hear the wind in the old maples at the cemetery and the gravel under our shoes. See my mother’s hand rest on my son’s head for a moment longer before she had to leave. Hear the tiny voices call out in joy as they run down the path. But I can’t do magic, only write and take pictures. So here are the top eight moments of the trip. One not more valuable than the other. All rich and full and precious. 1. First day we woke up to clear skies and a fresh, cool summer breeze. Nothing cures jetlag as well as exercise so we went out to re-expl...