A sweet nostalgia extravaganza- west coast style

Trip Start Aug 02, 2011
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Trip End Aug 22, 2011


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Flag of Sweden  , Halland,
Sunday, August 14, 2011

So I haven't grown much since I was 12 years old... this I find out we do the mandatory measurement on the backside of the garage door at our summer house in Frillesås on the west coast of Sweden. The door is filled with names and marks dated back to the early 70's, scribbled with pencil. Even our dogs have been measured. Yeah, it's serious business ya know ;)

It's been about 20 years since I have been here, and as I see the familiar yellow house, the apple trees, the hammock... the only thing missing was my step grandpa Bengt that passed away last year. This was his home in the summers, ever since he was born. The house was built by his parents in 1939 and was one of the first houses built in this area. My mom and step dad has spent the majority of this summer renovating the house, but made sure it still kept it's charm. The old Boda Fors furniture still keeps it's style next to the newly painted walls and refurbished floor. Pink and green accent colors (I believe my mom had a saying in the color scheme). The Swedish flag is flowing in the wind as we enjoy a bottle of champagne in the newly groomed garden. We listen to Josh's new CD "Castaway". Ahhh, to enjoy a meal OUTSIDE! It is every Swedes wet dream. As we only get to spend about three months outside in the sun, it is essential to spend every precious, warm and sunny minute outside.

That evening we took a sunset walk down to the ocean where the familiar rocks met the ocean, the moss and the beautiful purple ljung flowers lining the cracks in the stones. The colors. The smells. It was so great to be back.

The following days we are blessed with more sun. We jump on the old DBS and Crescent bikes (my mom's old brown one that was our main transportation the first three years of my life, is still alive and kicking with three gears!). The air is salty and we ride by apple trees, black berry bushes and immaculate groomed gardens infont of traditional red, white and yellow houses. The big beach that I remembered spending so much time at in Vallersvik, looks small and empty in the late summer-turning-fall month of August. The kiosk where we spent our last kronor is still there but will be closing soon as the summer crowds are heading back home for school and work. A few campers with German tourists line the gravel road that leads up to the docks where several boats are swaying in the water. We grab coffee, bullar and everything else that is essential for a fika and pack ourselves into the little white and orange boat we name "Carina" after my step dads sister. The ride out to Ustö is smooth and I am so happy that we can show Josh a slice of Swedish summertime. I might not have grown much since I was 12, but I definatley packed on a few pounds as notice my life jacket is only good for 30-40kg (60-80 pounds). It fits a bit snug to say the least!

I somehow get talked in to swimming in the near-to-death-freezing water but the blue bird sky leaves a lot of room for the sun rays to warm our cold bodies. This is my favorite type of beach: rocks in all shapes, sizes and forms. Mussels, crab- and some sea shells. The rocks are warm from the sun and it feels so good to give my feet a nice massage. My mom picks some pretty stones that will later line the steps up to the house. It is a beautiful and very Swedish day out on the islands of the west coast. Our sandwiches and tea tastes extra delicious as a pick-nick and Josh is trying to brave the Swedish spread called "Kalles Kaviar" on a egg sandwich. Life is incredible good.

My friend Karin rolls in on the train and will be spending the weekend with us. It is so great to see her again after our climbing adventure in India this past May. We take walks trough the aspens and ride down to Vallersvik to take yet another ice cold bath. We eat countless meals prepared by my mom and help out in the garden. As I pull out my 10000'nd weed plant from the flower bed I feel like will need a vacation from my vacation ;) 

The rain comes and so does Monday and it's time for us to pack up the car and head back to Stockholm. We get about a quarter of a mile down the road and spot a local little candy shop that is impossible to just drive by. Karin and I jump up and down of joy as we find sweets that brings us back to our childhood. Josh looks a bit lost as he searches trough a sea of colorful candy for something that resembles a good ol' fashion chocolate treat or maybe something with peanuts. Our candy ecstasy gets completed as I find "Trocadero" or "Troca" in the beverage cooler. 

There is nothing that gets a Swede happier than if they hear how tan they are or a big bag of candy. After this sunny get-a-way and on a sugar hi, we literarily fly up E4 all the way to the capital. 

All we can say about the west is that it is Göööööööööör bra! 

Peace-Love & Troca,
theSwedishVagabond 
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