Where to begin with Hammenhog? The fact that we played in an old, abandoned American car dealership dating from the 1920s that has been reappropriated by artists into a music venue/artspace/home & store? That our hosts Camilla and Dag were both amazing, wonderful people who stretched out picnic tables for a beautiful dinner even with visiting family in attendance, let us stay in their adorable guest apartment filled with Scandinavian charm and had such a comforting way about them I think the whole band felt at home? That the velveteen vintage couches and brightly colored school chairs were packed with people in the audience in this very, very tiny town? From the second we got out of the car in Hammenhog (stumbling onto a graveled car lot) to the second we left (filled with love and freshly baked cinnamon rolls made by a Swedish goddess in the housefront bakery across the street that sweetly played French music in the wee hours of the morning) we were all washed in a welcoming glow that I don't think any of us had every experienced before.