In Sweden this summer, an unnerving coincidence: I was walking with my family in a sculpture park called Wanås Konst. We came upon a steep-roofed cabin, built in the Shaker style, nestled in the woods ...

For two weeks in June, I never saw the night sky. I did, however, see soaring mountains sinking into impossibly blue fjords, vast glaciers, historic urban centers, beautifully manicured gardens and ...