Summer House/Cruise
Sometimes I can feel Swedish culture seeping into my bones. It's a conscious thing that I try to fight, but I know it's inevitable. Living anywhere you'll pick some things up. One thing that I've picked up is that longing to go out to the summer house. Whenever there is good weather here, Swedes with access to a summer house high-tail it to said summer house. It's like an addiction. The sun comes out and reminds you that you need your fix. Bag packed, ready to go! The summer house doesn't belong to us. We don't have keys or anything. I don't even know if there are keys to the place because the doors are always opened. But whenever we want to go, we can go. Why? Because Swedie's aunt and uncle (that own the place) are ALWAYS out there. Any the hint of nice weather or a long weekend they're there. That's a comforting thought for me. I've been out to the summer house (also known as the "country house"...