Just down the hill from me along Söder Malarstrand is the sjömansskolan or literally the seaman’s school. It is a huge floating classroom of a boat where I presume you can learn how to be a sailor. I sometimes see the boat maneuvering around Lake Mälaren to go out for training sessions. The romantic side of me thinks that if the book writing career does not work out, I could become a sea woman and learn how to drive that big boat. Learning how to parallel park that thing would be a real skill to put on your resume.