My brain is fried. I have spent the day trying to find a job. And applying for various jobs. And it is frustrating and exhausting all at the same time. Due to the ridiculous amount of time I have spent on my job search over the last couple of days nothing exciting has really happened. At least nothing worth writing home about.
So in lieu of any sort of actual post about boobs in the elevator, my immaturity, or even immigration reform, you get a post full of pictures from a recent day trip to Vadstena. A lovely little town on the shore of Lake Vättern. And of course, the holy site of Heliga Birgitta. St. Bridget of Sweden. Patron saint of Europe if you were wondering (you would think I was really religious the way I am drawn to churches). Anyway, I’ll spare you the history lesson, although her fifth book of revelations makes for a lovely six months worth of research and writing about rebuke, rationality, and reason.
And now… the pictures.
Vadstena Kyrka from graveyard. Consecrated in 1430. Built according to one of the 700 visions Birgitta is said to have experienced.
One of Vadstena Castles towers from the bridge over the moat. Yup... there's a moat. One of the best preserved castles from the Vasa era.
View of Vadstena Castle from the shore of Lake Vättern.
The streets of Vadstena. Not exactly a bustling metropolis in this medieval town.
Birgitta's coffin. She was a little woman apparently. This thing made the trip from Rome to Vadstena in 1373.
And of course, one of my favorite Swedish signs. Don't drive into the water.
Welcome to Vadstena, Sweden.
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