When Emily was here visiting me, we went to the beach. Whoduthunkit?! You go to Sweden, and not only are there no polar bears, but you might even get a tan as well?! Life is cray cray is all I’m gonna say.
Anyway, while at the beach, I was pretty enchanted by the Korv man that you can see below. “Korv” means sausage in Swedish, so that guy is walking up and down the beach with a portable version of those rolling hot dog grills that I usually associate with gas stations and 7/11. According to my friend Malin, he’s been around for a long time… always the same guy, every year, hawking his sausages up and down the beach.
Of course I had to take a picture. But then when I was looking at them a little later, I saw something else happening in the foreground that seemed very strange.
At the very least, I know my mom is going to think this is funny. Happy hippity dippity summer.