188. What Makes Summer

7th August 2014, The Harbor, Strängnäs, Sweden

Nothing says summer like having ice cream in my hometown harbor.

I will usually make an effort to go home once every summer and a visit to the harbor for an ice cream treat is mandatory. So obviously it went on my list as one of those childish treats that may not be the thing a 30 year old should be excited about. Chances are that I still will be, but I won't take any chances with such important matters.

In all fairness, my one ice cream in the harbor this year have turned into 20 or so following my lady of leisure status and my much more frequent visits home. But I'm OK with that.

Of course, I had to bring my most trusted buddies with me for this very last harbor ice cream in my 20's. Although according to my sister, they're getting spoilt after a summer of daily ice creams and regular visits to the Land of Rollercoasters. But guess what - if you make two girls that amazing, their auntie will give them just about anything they ask for. She also has herself to blame. Well, and her husband I guess.

So following lunch on the town with these lovely little ladies and their granddad, we went off to the ice cream stall. And when I say we went off, we were dragged there by the 8 year old diva that is my youngest niece following her announcement of; 'There. I have eaten lunch. Several bites. We can go get ice cream now'. I do wonder where she get's that behavior from?

After two chocolate scoops with chocolate sauce and chocolate sprinkles, another two scoops of salty licorice and skittles ice cream (I know, can't understand it either) and saffron ice cream for the supposed 'grown ups', I found myself with two princesses on a sugar rush. Like the kind of sugar rush causing kids to be running around the harbor square at a speed that would have made both Coyote and the Road Runner jealous. I may have brought this on myself.

However. Sugar high children is a consequence I'm willing to accept in this instance.

Yeah, these two are a bit special. Extra special.

After sugar rushes comes the sugar comas.