I am writing this post from a windswept but beautiful coastal town of Simrishamn in Sweden. It feels like a deliciously random place to be and is surprisingly beautiful, even this early in the year when the trees are still bare.

I am not here to visit Sweden though, I am here to see a dear friend who happens to now live here. We arrived late last night, from Singapore, in darkness – my favourite time to arrive somewhere new for the simple fact that when you wake up the next morning, it feels like you have been teleported.
Before dinner at Bloom in the Park this evening, I had just two demands for my first day: a walk on a windswept, deserted, white sandy beach – all of five minutes drive away – and a trip to the local supermarket. Your own supermarket may be excruciatingly dull, but go to one in another country and it’s a different experience entirely. (I feel the same with pharmacies – especially French ones.) Anyone with me?
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