You know when you are becoming more Swedish is when the cold does not phase you anymore. Yesterday, being a public holiday, we decided that it was going to be a great day for a picnic. A picnic where the clouds are hanging and the temperature is below 10 degrees - because you know, if we sit outside forcefully, it will become warm. Regardless, we had such an amazing time sitting down in our secret park (with a pretty awesome view of Stockholm), listening to music and burning sausages.
I thought this was artistic. I think I was wrong.
The beautiful Helena Öhman
The hungover Tobias Edlund
The handy man Julius Widerberg
The sheltered Hana Aljoofri
Helena was trying to protect herself from seagull poop
MEAT. MEAT. MEAT.
My favourite people <3
My first time manning the grill = sausages burnt to crisp
He was pretty hungover
Staring at seagulls he refused to chase after
Pretending to have a rifle for shooting seagulls
The secret park
Wondering why Julius was taking so long
And I present to you the view.
After the really cold barbecue, we headed down to a hotel and warmed ourselves up with a nice cuppa tea. It was really quite the perfect day!