unfortunately you might have kicked yourself in the ***. because now searching for your name on google brings up your complaint post as first entry.
Skating north, the wind at our backs accelerated, and so did we. And now there were two skaters coming toward us, fighting the wind. Far out on the windswept ice, we met. "Talar du engelska?" I asked. "Do you speak English?" "Yes, I do," answered Kristian Wannebo, who with his companion Ylva Öhrskog had skated upwind from Sigtuna, our destination. As Kristian pulled out his map to show us our whereabouts, a gust of wind tore it out of his hands, and all four of us raced after it in hot pursuit. Finally Kristian dove forward on his stomach, pinning the map under him. We could have talked for hours, but the wind chill was getting to us, so we parted company. Minutes later Arjen and I glided into the Sigtuna town pier. The adventure was over; I had to catch a bus back to Stockholm. The next morning I flew home to Vermont, sad to leave Sweden, but fortified with a great treasure of new friends and new memories.