Oh. My. God. Finally it's vacation TIME and we can spend some time in the "cottage". As a Sweed it takes some time to adjust to the thought that it is a
cottage. For me it is a second home that doesn't remind me of a typical Swedish cottage. This has, according to me, everything. And more. A cottage is more of a smaller, a bit less convenient place to stay. But still you love it!
Some also call it
A Camp? My eye browses were almost up in the sky hearing that the first time, trying to understand what it meant.
Enough of that. Back to the Paradise of ours on Wellesley Island!
We arrived yesterday, Friday and crossing the bridge to Wellesley Island just gives me a feeling of something that reminds me when I was a kid visiting my grandmother in Finland. There was this landmark, a special tower, that could be seen just before we arrived to grandmother's house. Like butterflies!
Arriving to the house, our Paradise, and the feeling when opening the door and you feel the special scent of pine, is almost impossible to describe. Aaah! That feeling is very special.
The weather was also perfect. What a great start!
I thought our teenage daughter would jump in to the water when we arrived, but instead she went immediately to her room and crushed into bed. It was a 5 hour drive and when you have a husband/dad that jumps up and down, like he has springs under his feet, at 5 am in the morning to get going, then we all can get a bit tired...just saying.
Well, well, we are here and the nice weather we had when we arrived turned into a storm. I could care less. It is still our Paradise!
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| This is the bridge to Heaven...sorry, Wellesley Island. |
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| Lunch on the deck mmmm |
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| After some hours of beauty (?) sleep, the teenager woke up to take a swim. |
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| BOATING!! |
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| Our cottage, camp or house or whatever it is called...The Paradise to us. |
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| I'm glad we came back in time...something is going on behind us! |
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| It's roooolllling in |
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| Getting clozuurrr... |
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| And it is just a gorgeous storm! |