Day 47: The hills are alive

It was a great plan: Take advantage of the glorious weather to start off the second day of our singing workshop outside on Fjällgatan (Mountain Street). Fjällgatan runs high above the water with an amazing view of Stockholm. There is a stretch of the street that is a regular stop for tourist buses from which the view is especially grand. Nothing blocks the way between you and the islands across the water, making it the ideal location to practice singing out, projecting and learning how to make your voice carry. All the way across the water.

We arrived ahead of schedule at 9:45 AM and were met by this wonderful view:

I kid you not. Fog. Thick fog. Impossible to see more than 10 feet in front of you type fog. And it was drizzling. How happy were our workshop participants going to be to stand in the rain and project their voices into the grayness of fog? There's a saying in Swedish that there is no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing (it rhymes in Swedish and sounds much more catchy :-)) so we decide to persevere.

Dutifully, participants take their positions, find their Ki, inhale and exhale, lift their voices in song and, lo and behold, an hour later the fog lifts as we continue to sing, now into this view:

We literally sang the fog away! Satisfied and hungry, off to lunch we went, big smiles on all our faces. Great beginning to a good day.