Midsummer on a pirate boat
I’m on a boat.
Malin’s bf T, firing up the grill (eh… cracking open a beer)
Me with a view.
Malin and I goofing around
Sunshine all day long, and sparkling waters
Goofy happy friends
The view with dinner
It was midsummer’s eve yesterday. A big day in Sweden, and Malin had invited me to a party on a boat. She’d said it was a pirate boat but I figured that was just her way of wording it (she’s got a way with words that one). As we walked up to the boat I was stunned (and wonderfully excited) to see it was, in fact, a pirate boat. All black with red detailing along the side, hefty ropes and old creaky wood, it even had two skull flags!
We arrived around noon and were greeted by the captain of the ship, who also happens to be a permanent resident of the boat. We cracked open some drinks and breathed in the wonderful view. After a traditional “sill”-lunch (pickled herring, potatoes and eggs), the rest of the afternoon was spent soaking up the sun, talking, snapping goofy pictures, and waving to people walking by on the dock.
Once the sun had moved a considerable distance across the sky, Malin’s boyfriend fired up the grill and the captain of the ship (who also happens to be a chef, lucky us) prepared a plethora of goodies for dinner. Full and content, we basked in the evening sunlight, and had fun inviting some passers by onto the boat for a shot. I threw in the towel after that, too much sunshine had given me a migrane, but it was so worth it!
Now I’m off for round two of midsummer, a summer dinner at mom’s place. Albeit under the more traditional Swedish midsummer weather – grey skies and rain.