When I was a kid Sweden meant summer holiday to me, or the other way around summer holiday meant Sweden. Until I was about 10 years old, I spent most of my summer holidays with my parents in Sweden. We mainly stayed in the same place, a lovely, fairly small village called Hörken. I still remember the house, the lake, the village and my parents friends that we used to visit. Things will have changed but until I’ve seen it, it will be as I remember it.
Sweden had always something ‘wild’ about it with its endless nature or maybe it was the one summer where we didn’t stay in the usual holiday house but went camping and a warning was issued that a lion had escaped from a zoo or circus. I was scared to sleep in the tent even though this had happened miles away… memories of a child 😛
When I got older we stopped going to Sweden and started travelling to other countries. It was not until summer 2012 that I decided to go back and spend my summer holiday in Sweden. I didn’t go to the same place but stayed in Stockholm and did a few day trips from there. Still, it is Sweden and many good childhood memories came back to my mind. The red wooden houses is not the only memory but maybe one of the most typical Swedish characteristics.
I took this picture on a boat trip from Stockholm to one of the smaller islands. – Sweden, I’ll be back at some point!