We woke up early, warm and cozy in our bunk beds. 9 am.
Had breakfast of vanilla yogurt and grapes.
In September, they have crayfish parties (only they're called something completely different).
Ida, excited to have fresh crayfish, phoned a local farmer,
and arranged to pick up a kilo of fresh, live crayfish.
To my completely freaked out self, this was pretty much the sickest thing ever.
I'm not much for live creatures, or creepy crawly things.
Especially ones that we are meant to drop into scolding hot water.

Before we cooked them, we decided to go for a drive around the surrounding countryside and lakes.
We snapped pictures, posed behind trees, stuck our heads out of the car window,
hands into the air.

We mainly spent the day relaxing around the cabin, Ida boarded up the tiny playhouse,
and we had tomato soup for lunch.

We spent the rest of the day boiling those little suckers, and afterwards played
one of the best games ever, Kasta Gris.
In English, this basically means pig toss.
It consists of 2 tiny ruber pigs, in which you toss like dice.
If they land a certain way, based on the rule book, you get points.
I got completely hooked. So much that at the end of our trip,
Ida's mum gave me the game.
(We also played Uno, and I forgot how much that game rocked.)
After a bottle of wine for myself, cheese and grapes, we set back for Stockholm.

The cabin was perfect, and mellow.
Time went by ever so slowly, and the trees were so calm.
No wind, just a light breeze to accompany us.
It was sort of perfect...