Agnes&Elin Forever! wrote: The rest are some huge stereotypes, were have you heard all this?
Sweden is definitely not the idyllic place you seem to think
Like I say those are just stereotypes, like I'm sure other people have about the British, except that those are mostly true. And no I don't wear socks in bed, (it gets in the way of toe-sucking
) I'd like to visit Sweden but I don't think I'd want to live there, too bloody cold
and DARK
I'd like to live in Portugal.
It's like Britain about half a century ago, and the Portuguese people are nice. Conservative but tolerant, and always friendly without over-doing it. The men are OK and don't have the ''machismo'' arrogance of other parts of southern Europe. It’s a matriarchal society. Women rule.They don't go in for emotional drama. Catholic yes, but pragmatic. And it has a superb climate. Warm and mild without being too hot. The food isn't that exciting (like Britain) but there's always loads of it. It is a backwater and has missed out on the worst aspects of modern Europe. They lack ambition and believe it is a duty to be a good neighbour and help people out.
Lots of coastline (like Britain and Sweden) but where you can spend the whole day without freezing your nips off.
Good wine, ciggies, and public transport are cheap. Lisbon is the most laidback capital city in Europe. The world's best golf courses, sea-angling, tennis courts, sailing, hiking, and horse-riding. Mmmmm wish I was there now. Riding my horse, plashing through the waves as they break over the sands at dusk. Pull up at an open-air beachside bar for roasted sardines (not those titchy things you get out of cans in the UK)
, a bit of green salad, fresh bread and olives, a cherry brandy (or maybe two).
I survey the field in the flickering candlelight and laughter. They turn off the pop-Euro pulp on the sound system, and someone has the wisdom to put on some Brazilian voodoo rock.
Redheads here are revered but slightly feared.
It is the mark of the Devil. Grown men cross their chests with their hands as I smile, beckoning them to their doom.. I spot my mark. The unwary Swedish tourist girl.
I shimmy over to her. Thirty seconds ago she was surrounded by half a dozen guys. Now they clear a space for me out of mordant respect.
Her eyes sparkle like a rabbit frozen, caught in the headlights. My hand cups the back of her head and I drain the dregs of my Ginjinha, reach into her lips and spurt the contents into her mouth.
She coughs on its bitter-sweet flow but takes it back burning her throat. The cherry red liqueur dribbles from her parted lips down her chin. The guys applaud wildly.
She has been initiated. She grins wildly at her acceptance.
I take her by the hand. She slides off the bar stool into my arms. She is a little unsteady on her feet but willing.
She has just survived the most lethally potent liqueur on Earth. I suggest a little walk along the beach so she can get the tang of some fresh salty air.
I cradle her in my arms as she gives herself unto the night.
Her head is spinning as she breaks away from me pulling off her clothes and running up the shoreline naked, howling at the Moon, splashing the salty water over her, her nipples perking as the cooler water drenches her.
I catch her again, and lead her back to my horse laughing, her feet tickled by sand, seaweed and shells.
We both lean into his chest with our ears and hear the huge cavern of his heart pumping out the sheer joy of being alive and free.
The fading silver moonlight casts shadows along our bodies as if we were one.
I bring her up astride of my horse, legs akimbo, while I gently tease the reins from behind. As we trot along the shoreline, leather upon naked skin, hair and hide, intertwined.
Our bodies generate friction and heat, as the earliest shafts of golden morning sunlight break through the cloud cover and purple shadows dance over her voluptuous body
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Soon we will be home and crash out on feathered pillows and eiderdowns as we meld together in sheer bliss.
Before we hit the sack, I hang out a sign out on the outside of my door “DO NOT DISTURB”
Yup. I wish I was in Sweden!