My Aunt Gun is Swedish & as a young girl I was fascinated by here homeland. It seemed a bit like never-neverland to me. A far away mystical land that celebrated Midsummer by dancing around a maypole with crowns of wildflowers adorning their heads. The land of Vikings & tall blond women with perfect ski-jump noses.
Visiting my Aunt in Simisrhamn, Sweden was a dream come true & for all my musings as a child, I found Sweden to indeed be a fairy tale land. Simisrhamn is a traditional fishing village with brightly painted cottages & cobblestone streets. It is so quaint that it is almost hard to believe that people actually live here. Half way through our visit I had to remind myself this wasn't some elaborate sound stage for the Truman Show.
but mostly we spent time relaxing in my Aunt's courtyard.
They really do wear clogs. Not all of my adolescent musings were false.