Some journeys begin long before you pack your first bag. My Swedish adventure started decades earlier, curled up with Astrid Lindgren's books, dreaming of endless summer days by mirror-smooth lakes and adventures on tiny islands where anything seemed possible. In 2014, I finally decided to chase those childhood dreams – I threw my tent in the car and headed north with nothing but a full tank of gas and a week of freedom ahead of me.
There's something liberating about traveling without a plan, especially when you're on your own. No reservations, no rigid itinerary, just the open road through southern Sweden and the promise of discovering whatever called to me along the way. I'd wake up each morning, consult my map over coffee, and simply point myself toward whichever lake or forest looked most inviting.
Arriving in midsummer felt like stepping directly into those beloved stories. The mornings greeted me with the scent of dew-soaked grass and a symphony of birdsong that seemed to stretch on forever. While I didn't experience the midnight sun this far south, the evenings stretched endlessly, bathed in that golden Scandinavian light that makes everything look like it's been touched by magic.
The landscapes were pure fairy tale – lakes so still they perfectly mirrored the sky, dotted with small islands that beckoned like secret kingdoms. I couldn't resist channeling my inner Pippi Longstocking, building makeshift rafts and wooden castles on secluded shores, laughing like the child I once was while reading about these very adventures.
My favorite moments came in the early morning hours, when long shadows painted the world in soft contrasts and I felt like the only person awake in all of Sweden. There's a particular quality to Scandinavian light at dawn – gentle but brilliant, making even the simplest pine forest feel cathedral-like.
That week taught me the value of spontaneity and solitude. Away from schedules and obligations, I rediscovered the art of just being present, of appreciating the small magic that happens when you give yourself permission to wander without purpose.
Sweden will always hold a special place in my heart – not just for its beauty, but for proving that sometimes the best way to honor childhood dreams is to live them exactly as you imagined.

























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