The closer we got to the cabin, the narrower the road became, until we finally reached a small country lane. I couldn’t believe my eyes — this was perfect. A cabin in the middle of the woods: no cars, planes, scooters, or shouting neighbors. Just the wind and the occasional bird.
We stayed two nights in this wonderful house, where I easily could have stayed for another month. But duty called, and on Thursday morning we packed everything up for the five-hour drive back to the airport. While I received panicked messages all day about the terrible Storm Benjamin, our pilot calmly told us we were only slightly delayed due to a “breeze” in the Netherlands. The flight home wasn’t nearly as dramatic as we’d anticipated — and the landing was perfect.
Sadly, the Sweden adventure was over.
Will I ever actually buy a house here? Who knows — it could still go either way.
