Skinny dipping or The first feel of Swedish beach life

After Stockholm, we drove down to Luckerstad to visit Grandma. The weather was loooovely, so we went for a swim in Vättern, which is Sweden's second largest and by far deepest lake. Mom and dad thought it was too cold to go swimming, but I thought the temperature was just right. On the beach, I discovered a new and very tasty diet: sand. I can't believe I haven't been served that before!

Grandma's dog, Ellie, is cute. I love to touch her and sing to her, but alas, I have a feeling the love is not returned. Everytime I come close, she runs away and the only way for me to get close to her is to ask Grandma to tell her to stay. Then she does, but not very happily.

Grandma played with me in the water. And dad too. But mom didn't think it was hot enough even for a little dip. Chicken!

I, on the other hand, went in for a second dip, and a third. When we left the beach, the skin on my feet was all wrinkly and I had collected enough pebbles to fill my pants AND the car. That's summer at its best.