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We flew into Reykjavik, Iceland, on Saturday morning after an overnight flight, which is always fun, by which we mean that other thing. But despite some sundry setbacks, we made it to the bus and got to our hotel. They were kind enough to let us into the room early and we dropped stuff off and then went hunting for brunch. It was a holiday weekend so a lot of places were closed or had irregular hours, but we found a nice little café nearby and enjoyed a good meal. I particularly loved the bathroom décor, which included a barred window piled high with…stuffed rats. Hey, port city humor, gotta love it. After that, we wandered around and around and down to Culture House, which is a museum/contemporary art gallery. 

 And by then, I had walked my feet into the first exciting set of enormous blisters for the trip. I had bought new walking shoes for the expedition and a second pair of broken in shoes that felt okay on my arthritic toes, but that, alas, was not enough. So limping through Scandinavia on bleeding and generally swollen feet was a thing that happened. At any rate, we went back to the Hotel Holt, which is a fabulous old pile in the artsy section of Reykjavik, filled to the brim with the former owner’s art collection and antiques. These were gloriously eclectic so there was a lot to look at. We also enjoyed our meals (one dinner, three breakfasts) there and our room was reasonably comfortable so wins all around. 

 Sunday was intended to be our queer history walking tour day, but the tour company cancelled on us due to sheer volume of tourists, so instead we wandered around some more, went to Volcano House and other fun places, then met up with Minnesota artist Sishir Bommakanti for dinner. Sishir’s father is a former coworker and current friend of mine, hence the connection, and Sishir was in Reykjavik on an art fellowship. He’s got shows up at MCAD and Greylab now of his horror-influenced art – I recommend checking it out! He’s very good (also, a fine and pleasant dinner companion). After dinner, we went our respective ways, in our case, to take a long stroll up the sculpture walk on the waterfront to the Harpa (big landmark concert hall) for “The Icelandic Sagas: The Greatest Hits,” which was mostly hilarious. Then it was back to the hotel to catch some zzzs before getting up to go to the Blue Lagoon on Monday. 

Blue Lagoon was blue, rocky and very crowded. I found the experience overrated, kind of like bathing in lukewarm pea soup. But we can say we went. After that, we headed back to the hotel, cleaned up and wandered down to the Reykjavik Pride headquarters, at the sign of the rainbow unicorn. We bought a few small odds and ends, then went in quest of dinner. An enterprising young man who had just opened his new restaurant that very day beckoned us in with samples and we had a nice dinner and chat with him. Overall, Reykjavik was charming and kind of reminiscent of Wellington, NZ. I would not go back again during high tourist season though - the country is really not built for the amount of traffic it's seeing and it shows. Though I might make an exception for Pride, which looks amazing.

The next day was the ever-popular  "Rise at the crack of dawn to trundle down to the bus station and catch a bus to the airport." Reykjavik Airport is not for the faint of heart and there were sundry issues before we could check in. After some unpleasantness, we managed to get on the plane and head off to Helsinki. About 5 hours later, voila! New country, next round of time zone adjustments. And off to another hotel, this time by taxi because I wimped out. I was quite right, as it turned out, since negotiating the trains and trans with luggage was a challenge. At any rate, the hotel was pleasant, though further from the main train station than we hoped (only an issue because of my feet, which got rapidly worse over time). After unpacking, we strolled out to the esplanade, hit the farmer's market for dinner, ran into folks, then collapsed back the hotel (after I stuck the swollen hamhocks on the ends of my legs under the shower for a bit).

The esplanade and Helsinki harbor were gorgeous, which was good because we were back there the next morning to catch a ferry to Suomenlinna Fortress with A.J. Fitzwater and other fine folks from the Con. The Suomenlinna tour was quite lovely and interesting and I heartily recommend it if you find yourself in Helsinki, especially on a nice day. From there, we went on to lunch, followed by a tram adventure! Apparently, "This tram has been rerouted. Please get off here and wait for the next one." translates splendidly, even into languages you don't understand. So we got off, after I double-checked with the driver, and immediately ran into the charming Caroline Stevermer and one of her friends. Hilarity ensued. See Part 1 for the con write up.

Apart from clothing shopping at Boutique 52 (thanks, Elise!), the next not con-related thing that we managed to do was the Tom of Finland Walking Tour, which we attended in lieu of going to the Hugos because we’re like that. We met our tour guides in the bar of the hotel that used to be the Sibelius Institute, where the artist used to play piano and watched a short documentary on him. We then got a tour of his old cruising grounds, an apartment where he used to live, a sex shop that sold Tom paraphernalia and whose owners knew him, a fabric store that sold Tom fabric designs (all made in Finland!), more cruising grounds, the Post Office for Tom of Finland stamps and finally, a coffee shop that served us Tom of Finland coffee. Our tour guides were charming and had lots of info as well as questions about being queer in the U.S.; Finland just legalized samisen marriage this year so they were pretty excited about that. And Tom is a remarkable cottage industry in Finland - a recent biopic is the highest-grossing film in Finnish history, queer men cosplay his characters on the esplanade, there are stamps and coffee and sheets and fabric and potholders and postcards and picture books and…a Tom of Finland dildo. I can honestly say that I’ve never seen anything quite like it. :-)

After that, there was more con. Then on Sunday night, we set sail for Stockholm on a cruise ship. We shared a berth with A.J. and I ran into author Kyell Gold and one of his friends on the ship so we all ate together and hung out. The scenery was gorgeous, the boat enormous and mazelike and the meals a tad overpriced. But at breakfast in the morning, the coffee choices were a. Moomin coffee or b. Tom of Finland coffee because Finland is awesome. Also, the islands in the Baltic between Finland and Sweden are beautiful. I'm very glad we sailed even though I was pretty groggy when we got there.

Stockholm is a very pretty, very expensive city. We took a cab to our hotel, then wandered over (more walking! Yay!) to a design/tea shop in a ritzy part of town for tea and lunch. The tea was to congratulate A.J. on their recent Vogel Award win - a tradition we started in New Zealand last year. :-) Swedish high tea is heavier on the nonsweet stuff but is quite tasty. After that, we wandered back along the Drottninggatan, which is a pedestrian mall and major shopping thoroughfare.

We found an Astrid Lindgren statue in the park across from the hotel (much smaller statue than the Strindberg one). And the park itself was lovely. Dinner was good, sleep was good and then we got up the next day and walked for blood ever looking for our damn tour bus. I hated my feet and life and anyone who suggested walking further but we did finally find the right stop and the city was pretty fabulous from its upper deck. We went to the ABBA Museum and soaked in all things ABBA for a few hours.

Then we took the water taxi to Old Town, which was epic and lovely and historic. We checked out the charming gay coffeehouse, the science fiction and fantasy bookstore, innumerable shops and parts of the Royal Palace, including the armory where we saw Queen Christina’s coronation coach, before meeting a local author and artist for dinner. Then we headed back, leaving A.J. to chat with her friend, did some frantic packing and foot showering and went to bed. The next day was a last wander of the neighborhood before heading out to the airport, flying to Reykjavik, scrambling between planes and heading home.

Overall, nice people, interesting countries, cool history, lovely scenery, utterly exhausting and fairly painful, through not fault of the countries visited. I’m still a bit loopy and worn down so while I admire my ambition in planning this trip, I think I stretched us too thin. I hope to go back some time and visit each at a more leisurely pace.

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I’m splitting this into two parts because it would otherwise be huge. It may still be huge, but shorter huge this way.

We arrived at the con after a couple of days in Reykjavik, Iceland, and a tour of Suomenlinna Fortress. By then, my feet were covered in blisters and were quite sore (despite the new walking shoes I acquired for this trip), which was NOT FUN. It also turned out that our hotel was about a 15 minute walk/limp from the trains or trams to the Expo Center, where the convention was taking place, then a 20 minute ride + a short walk after that. Given that, having a scheduled event every day of the con meant that I didn’t get to see as much of Helsinki or of the convention as I would have liked it. Sigh. But still, there was lots of fun to be had!
Day 1 was our “Gender Pronouns: Who Needs Them?” panel. Some nice MN fans had already tracked me down to let me know that the con had more attendees than room space (this changed a bit by Day 2 when they got more rooms and swapped some things out) so I knew I needed to turn up early for panels. And there were so many people! Second-biggest Worldcon, in fact, which was pretty cool. I got through registration painlessly (Pat Cadigan hugged me!), ran into friends in the lobby and located the official con bookstore, Rosebud Books, in the Dealer’s Room. Having confirmed that they were willing to peddle my books once I brought them in, I headed off to brave the crowds at the panel room in a bid to be sure I was on time (while the other panelists and the moderator waited for me in the Green Room. Oops.).

But it worked out and the panel was pretty good, if a tad short. Due to the overcrowding issues, panels started ending 10-15 minutes early so that people could get to the next event. Understandable, but kind of disappointing if one was one something with a lively discussion. This was one of those panels; we covered a lot of ground about linguistics and genre and why speculative fiction in English wrestles with new or just plain different pronouns and people said nice things afterwards so it felt like it went well. After that, we embarked on the great dinner expedition to find the vegan Vietnamese café with Charles Stross, his wife, Feorag, Heather Rose Jones, Paul Weimer, my spouse and some lovely friends of Heather’s. Good conversation, eventually good food, pleasant company and then we had to go back to the hotel because we were exhausted.
It should be noted that I ran into people I knew everywhere I went so there were meals and tea and hanging out and just sitting around and wandering the Dealer’s Room and so forth throughout the weekend. It should also be noted that I’m still a bit jet-lagged, that we went through 3 countries in 11 days and I met many people, which means I forget names, when we chatted and so forth. Please do not take this personally – it’s me, not you. For realz.

Day 2 was my signing, which was short and sweet and featured nice chats with Natalia Barron, Kathryn Sullivan, Heather, Elizabeth Bear and other nice folks. I also signed 2 books! Then GRRM showed up with his entourage and life was so much dross. Sadness. Ah well. Do I remember what else I did? Not really. Went to a panel and talked to folks, lots of folks. I met up with a friend from high school who I haven't seen since we graduated and we drank tea and equivalents and got caught up. Ran into some people I knew from the Nebula Weekend in Chicago and/or online and enjoyed a tasty dinner while dissecting the writing life. Staggered to the train, limped back to the hotel, slept.

Day 3 was the LGBTQ Worldwide panel, which went okay but I think could have been stronger. This was definitely one of those panels where I think an additional 15 minutes would have made a difference. But so it goes. Writer Bob Angell showed up for it and we got to go for lunch afterwards, which was lovely. From there, I zipped off to a boutique that Elise had recommended and acquired some rocking new work tunics - Boutique 52, for those curious. Dinner was somewhere tasty but not memorable. I talked to a lot of people, but didn't make it to a lot of con.

Day 4 was two panels, both of which went really well - good discussion, lively audience engagement, large attendance, all the things one looks for in panels. I had lunch with Caroline Stevermer, then spent a couple of hours hanging out with Ginn Hale and Nicole Kimberling of Blindeye Books talking about life and small press publishing. Then I got to hang out with the crew from Outer Alliance that evening, and Julia Rios afterward, before heading hotelward in the pouring rain. Frenzied packing and clothes drying, then collapse ensued.

Day 5: packed and ready to go, bags stored at hotel, met up with editor and author Kate Laity while Jana checked out the botanical gardens. Found out that all my books sold. Met up with author A.J. Fitzwater and boogied off to the hotel after tearful farewells.

Got to the ferry terminal in good time and headed for Sweden! Next up, the nonconvention portions of the trip.

Thoughts: good con overall, lots of great folks, pleasant panels, cool things to see (at least what I saw of them). Down sides: one panel location wasn't on the con maps, shortened panels due to space issues. Otherwise, the location was good and mostly accessible, from what I could tell. Lots of restaurants and public transportation nearby and Helsinki was grand. Would travel to again, 10/10.

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My Worldcon Finalized schedule:

Pronouns, who needs gender pronouns?

Wednesday 17:00 - 18:00, 102 (Messukeskus)

Lately in SFF, as well as in the real world, the use of gender pronouns have become problematical when referring to trans and intersex people and many writers have struggled to find ways--using "they", using feminine pronouns as the default, inventing pronouns. However, there are many languages, including Finnish and Turkish, that do not come with gender pronouns, so does not have this mainly indo-european language-specific issue. What can SF writers learn from native speakers of languages that just don't DO gender?
Cenk Gokce (M), Johanna Sinisalo, Catherine Lundoff, Kelvin Jackson, John Chu

Signing: Catherine Lundoff
Thursday 13:00 - 14:00, Signing area (Messukeskus)

LGBTQ+ Speculative Fiction Goes Worldwide
Friday 11:00 - 12:00, 101a&b (Messukeskus)

Panel discussion on gay, lesbian, bisexual. transgender and queer representation international works of speculative fiction.
Catherine Lundoff, Laura Lam, Keffy R.M Kehrli, Kat Kourbeti (M)

Older women in genre fiction
Saturday 10:00 - 11:00, 101c (Messukeskus)

Genre fiction has tons of grizzled soldiers and space captains in their 40s and 50s, but where are the ladies at? Young Adult has its share of teenage heroines, but where are the adult women?
Catherine Lundoff (M), Delia Sherman, Liisa Rantalaiho, Helena

Curse your sudden but inevitable romantic subplot! The panelists talk about the romantic subplots in fiction they just love to hate!
Saturday 13:00 - 14:00, Rauhanasema (Messukeskus)

Daniel Starr (M), Caroline Stevermer, Catherine Lundoff, Elli Leppä

The full schedule is here and it looks amazing. I will have books for sale there as well. Please track me down and say hi if you're going to be there!

Other things planned and on the schedule: Reykjavik - "Icelandic Sagas: Greatest Hits in 75 Minutes" at the Harpa, several museums and bookstores and Blue Lagoon.
Other things in Helsinki: Tour of Suomenlinna Fortress and the Tom of Finland Walking Tour
Stockholm: The ABBA Museum, afternoon tea at Svenskt Tenn and a hop on/hop off bus tour of Stockholmd

It promises to be fun! And we are leaving the kitties and the house in good hands with a visiting friend and our drop-in catsitter so they will be all loved up when get back and will scarcely that we're gone. If you're going to be at Worldcon, please say hi!


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