No politics to mark the return to blogging, just a nice summer tale.
Midsummer, the favourite Swedish holiday where the sun doesn't set, the songs never end and the shots keep coming. And it usually pours with rain. This year was not much different, specially the rain. But we did get a little Swedish treat.
We celebrated midsummer again by the big lake Vänern with some friends. It was raining a lot so we stayed inside mostly. From the living room of their summer house I could see down the shore a hundred meters or so, over the shoulder of the guy I was talking to. Not far away is a pier for people to swim off. So people come and go quite often along it. I saw over his shoulder three girls walk out onto the pier and put down a large umbrella, it had stopped raining for a while. They milled around doing not much, so I continued talking to the friend. Then one of the girls whips off her t-shirt... going for a swim I guess. Then she whips off her bra and sits down. Clearly a well endowed and stereotypical Swedish lass. Uh huh, nice. Then one of the other girls sprays something on the half-naked girl's chest, which as far as I can tell was whipped cream. Tasty. This was followed with what I assume were strawberries placed in obvious locations. Okie dokie, keeping the midsummer theme then. Finally one of the other two girls started taking photos. At this point I roused my friend and asked his opinion of what was going on.
He was a bit miffed that he had missed most of the show. But he needn't have feared, since once the girl had finished her imitation of a pavlova and wiped off the cream & strawberry surprise, the second girl proceeded to repeat the performance. By now we had called in a committee to judge the antics. As the still quite foreign individual I innocently asked if this was typical behaviour for hot young Swedish ladies. A bit sarcastic really because Swedish girls usually get rather pissed about the "drop your clothes at the drop of a hat and roll in the grass" stereotype (no one would actually roll in the grass after dropping their undies, unless you want a dozen ticks clamped to your nethers). Now I know that it is actually true. And there was me not bothering with taking the camera this year because it was raining too much.
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