So we’ve established I was hot during my ENTIRE trip to Sweden.
With a suitcase full of warm sweaters and tights, what was I to do?
Well, I went with The Swede to visit his friends in Jättendal for New Year’s Eve.
And. . . The Swede’s friends have a hot tub.
First I was served the most SCRUMPTIOUS meal – mashed potatoes, steak, and pickled asparagus wrapped in bacon.
Then I jumped into the hot tub (with a bathing suit on, natch).
Before too long, even the snow banks and cool air couldn’t keep me at a comfortable temperature.
So I jumped out and sat in the snow in my bathing suit.
And I will have you know, neither one of the Swedish born-and-bred men who were in the hot tub with me got out to jump in the snow.
Just saying. . .
This California girl likes her ARCTIC PLUNGES!