I know I make fun of Swedish summer a lot. This is mostly because expectations are SOO high they always fail to miss the mark.
Swedish summer is sun and 70s and beach and wonderfulness.
But it is also rain, and 50s, and cold and grey.
And it is probably 70/30 with the ratio leaning towards rain.
But that said there is certainly a magic to Swedish summer. The magic for me lies in the never-ending nature of the day. The sun just doesn’t go down.
To be honest I am not one for crowds, going to the beach, heat or even summer for that matter (I prefer autumn or spring). I hate getting out the damn bathing suit and I hate the way my hair gets after too much time in chlorinated water.
But Swedish summer is magic.
Sneaking off to the beach in the evening, after the crowds have thinned, with my dog and family. Bringing a picnic dinner or maybe a mini barbeque. Spending the late evening still enjoying the sun, the warmer temps and a dip in the water after everyone has gone home.
The fact that if we arrive at 6, we still have ages until the sun goes down.
Watching Little Swede run around nekkid playing ball with the dog in the shallow water.
Sand in everything and not getting home till its way past Little Swede’s bedtime.
This is what Swedes are talking about when they talk about how there is nothing like Swedish summer. So I concede, there is nothing like Swedish summer when it’s at its best.
The rest of the time? Meh.