…..which, for the non-Swedish speaking among us, means “how lovely it is in Sweden in the summer”. And it really is.
We’ve been at the summerhouse for two weeks, which is a week longer than I’d planned. H went back to work, and the kids and I just stayed. How glorious to be able to be so spontaneous, without plans, just taking each day as it comes. Doesn’t get any better than that. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a sensitive person which means I need my space, so having the kids with me literally 24/7 has been tough at times; we’ve had our moments, but the good bits have been so good that the negatives just fade into the distance almost as soon as they happen.
Swedes are good at doing summer; they launch into a never ending supply of BBQs, and relish just being outside. As clichéd as it sounds, they are at one with nature, which is how they seem to like it most. The whole vibe becomes so relaxed, and it isn’t hindered by the fact that kids get ten whole weeks off school; it feels like an eternity; it feels so liberating.
The weekend has been red hot, and just wonderful. The beach was buzzing more than the French Riviera (and just as nice), and the sea was blissfully cool and refreshing. We’d talked about booking a fortnight in Greece next year, but have decided that there really isn’t any need. Why go so far when we can get all this for free. Granted, the weather can’t always be guaranteed, but you just make the most of it when it is good.
I really do love summer in Sweden; it is beyond gorgeous. We are truly lucky.