Yacht Week Wanna Be.

Being back in Sweden is not getting any easier. I needed to get away, clear my mind and sleep off some of my Yacht Week blues. 

So my friends suggested a 'detox' weekend in my very still and peaceful fishing cottage. 

After living in 35 degrees and sun for a week this was not what I would call 'bikini' weather. I miss those days when you could just prance around in a bikini all day. I now catch myself comparing everything to how it was a week ago.

Jumper and jacket weather from now on I guess.                                                           

 Instead of delicious grilled octopus with a big squeeze of lemon juice and a sprinkle of salt.

I would be barbecuing chicken and vegetable skewers for a wrap with philadelphia and salad. Also tasty, I guess!

Instead watching fireworks with a tear of joy in my eye.

I was now looking at a flickering candle with a mosquito bite on my cheek.

Instead of looking out over the blue ocean filled with yachts and harbours.

This was my view - just a tad calmer.

Forget long board walks with rows of yacht week boats, crawling with sexy drunk jet-setters...

 ...and embrace a short wooden bridge with two wet rats. 

No more drinking vodka from a pineapple through neon straws.

 Instead today I will have slightly too sweet Swedish cider.

No more swimming with my best friends in the luke warm turquoise sea.

 Because now I could swim alone in freezing cold lake water. Hmm...

I will also have to downgrade from watching cute boys doing tricks in the water.

Now I have to resort to geting a stubborn dog into the water for my daily dose of entertainment. 

It was a massive fail by the way!

Instead of hanging out at a beach party under the palm trees looking out over the sunset.

I would now be looking over this little birch in front of a very silent and still lake.

 (I am starting to feel a little depressed again...) 

I lost a brunette in a bikini.

but I gained a blond without shoes. 

Instead of opening a local bottle of white...on a yacht.

I would now be left empty handed...on a rock.

No more late nights and early mornings at beach clubs celebrating with new friends.

...no need for words. 

So I have barely had time to unpack and certainly haven't had time to do my laundry. So now I am rocking the Yacht Week polo with pride... and not much of a choice. Unless I want to be walking around in one of those old t-shirts from the back of the wardrobe - never to be worn, but too comfy to throw away.  

I guess what I am trying to say with all this, is that I really miss Yacht Week. If I start listing all the good things about it, we would still be here tomorrow.

  All I know is that I'll see you all at Yacht Week Croatia, South Route again next year, If I don't see you at Yacht Week BVI first that is ;)  

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