|Tullbron Bridge, Falkenberg|
Back to the drive down to the beach... Miles and miles of gorgeous farmland. A veritable patchwork quilt of crops, punctuated by quaint barns, stone fences, and majestic windmills.
|Rapeseed crop for canola oil|
I'm used to beach vacations where we stay within walking distance of the beach, but I am not used to being able to lay in bed and hear the crashing waves through the open windows in July. Such a treat! It was in the 70s: warm enough to be in a bathing suit on the beach, but not hot enough for the sand to burn your feet or the sun to beat down until you fry to a crisp. The water was pretty chilly on most days, which meant we didn't have to worry about the kids. They'd stick their feet in to fill up a bucket, but otherwise they'd play in the sand all morning long.
After lunch Bowen would crash and wake up happy, then we'd head out and explore the area. This is Kivik, the little fishing village to our south.
Here is Åhus, a riverside town to our north.
|Made here, but twice as expensive as in the US|
Although this is a relatively touristy holiday area, nowhere we went was particularly crowded and I didn't miss the 95 beach traffic or having to drive 4-6 hours from our house in Virginia to get to a nice stretch of sand. There were no seagulls, no airplanes with banners, no big signs advertising dinner specials, no souvenir shops or cars cruising with their bass pumping. Instead there was quaint country charm with stone barns and their thatched roofs, cobblestone sidewalks, konsthandverk (handcraft) galleries, birch forests, marinas with old wooden boats, and countless ice cream stands.
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