Sunday, July 18, 2010

The summer moment

So we get into the car, stop at an old farm to by fresh strawberries, drive to the bakery in Hablingbo, get vanilla-buns and still warm bread to die for. We keep driving through the incredible Gotland landscape, singing out loud to Frank Sinatra´s New York New York. Then we´re on the small white road that goes right down to the blue, blue sea. We laugh at the day while eating the warm bread, our dresses and faces full of flour and our minds full of peace.