I’m counting down the days until we’re wandering through Visby, and today’s fun fact just makes me even more impatient: the streets of Visby are still laid out almost exactly as they were in the 13th century.
Yes; when we go this summer, we’ll be walking the same crooked paths medieval merchants, monks, and mischief-makers took over 800 years ago. No modern redesigns. No city planners coming in to straighten things up. Just pure, preserved, glorious old-world chaos.
There’s something kind of magical about a town that didn’t bulldoze its past to make room for convenience. You don’t navigate Visby- you surrender to it. You turn a corner expecting a bakery and find a crumbling archway. You follow a cobblestone path and suddenly you’re standing in the shadow of a medieval ruin. It’s not just charming, it’s alive.
I genuinely can’t wait to get lost in this town. And when I do, I won’t be looking for directions- I’ll be looking for ghosts, legends, and whatever piece of history is waiting around the next crooked bend.
Swedish Wanderlust 