One... the Irish bartender at Urban Deli who walked me through the marvels of their menu, pointed out with gusto his favorite items in the restaurant's attached grocery store, and left me with directions to a nearby view overlooking the whole of Stockholm. I took the elevator up to the 24th floor and took in the twilight beauty.
Two... reveling in the fjords, glaciers, ice fields, and peaks below with an elderly gentleman and a snowboarder's mom as we flew over the southern tip of Greenland.
One... a healthy body that enjoyed hiking 9 km down from Låktatjåkko Mountain Lodge for the fifth and final time this season.
Two...seeing the full moon rise.
Three...my tiny room tucked up under the eaves.
Four...the free reign that Robin and Josephine enjoy when creating exquisite food in the hut's kitchen.
Five...reading a book at leisure in an old wooden armchair by the fireplace.
Six... delightful conversation with a poised eight year old from Milan and her eccentric Swedish grandfather in the hut's sauna.
Seven... skies brushed clear by wind.
Eight... the company of a lively and insightful group of Norwegian women in their fifties, our elbows on the table as we emptied bottle after bottle of wine and discussed everything from reclaiming aprons to cultural tells and bra-less basketball.
Nine... herding reindeer to the songs of Katy Perry.
Ten...picking cloudberries and drinking directly from streams.