It’s official:
I’m flying into Visby… and taking the ferry home.
Which feels kind of perfect, honestly.
Because the flight?
Fast. Direct. A little chaotic.
Like ripping through the veil between centuries and landing in a dream.
But the ferry?
The ferry is the exhale.
The ritual.
The slow return across water—like the island letting me go.
🌊 Gotland Isn’t Just a Place
To get to Visby, you have to cross something.
Air. Water. History. Yourself.
Vikings once crossed this sea in open ships. Pilgrims too. Traders, monks, runaways.
They came not just for the land, but for what the land meant.
And maybe that’s what I’m doing, too.
Not just visiting.
Crossing over.
⚖️ The Contrast
- ✈️ Flying in: sharp, sudden, modern—like flipping a switch
- ⛴️ Ferrying home: soft, stretched out, maybe a little sad
And isn’t that how it goes with sacred places?
You arrive like lightning…
And leave like mist.
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Swedish Word of the Day: “övergång”
Övergång – transition, crossing, shift
Used in a sentence:
Min resa till Visby är en övergång, inte bara en semester.
(My trip to Visby is a crossing, not just a vacation.)
Swedish Wanderlust 