I arrived in Stockholm in the morning on the first of August. In the afternoon, I picked up my stepmother’s car and drove an hour south down to my dad’s summer house.
The first thing dad did was to put me to work in the potato patch. Maybe to make me show if I’d learned anything during my three months wwoofing.
My first dinner in Sweden obviously had to be new potatoes with pickles herring, sour cream and butter. There’s nothing that is as much Swedish summer as that.
Then, a swim in the lake Sillen while the sun was going down. What more could a girl ask for?
My brother Aron got really happy for the Lego set I brought him from overseas. He’d better, I had to drive around half of Phoenix to find that box of Lord of the Rings-miniature scenery. He started building it right away, of course.
The next day, I drove dad and Aron to the forest. I found a couple of blueberries, the tiny Scandinavian kind, and dad found chanterelles.
Ah, it felt good being home again.
Katja Malmborg 