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  • We met in a small coastal town in northern Sweden. Our hometown. Holmsund. Life was all about pushing the swings, fighting with dinosaurs and playing with dolls. We were six years old and experienced our first "click." That click that appears when two souls, meant to be together, find each other and learn that they should be connected.

    Year after year, we followed each other's footsteps. Learned how to read. Solved complicated math problems. Wrote plays. Played cards. Talked about boys. Arranged goofy photo shoots. Laughed to tears. Cried to movies. Drank our first beers and threw up after our first "snus." Grew up. Lived and loved.

    Me and my best friend, Emma.

    Thirteen years after the click at the playground, we were ready to become adults. We ran out of our high school, waived our hats and let the whole town know how awesome we were.

    Because we were. We were amazing and we were on our way into new adventures. A couple of weeks after graduation, we boarded a plane and started a journey that would change everything we had ever known. When we grabbed each other's hands and said good bye to the coastal village in northern Sweden, we had no idea what the Mediterranean would offer us, but we figured it would be alright, as our overall motto in life had always been.

    Boarding that plane, was the beginning of something totally new, something we would never forget. The Mediterranean was waiting for us and after arrival, it rocked us smoothly for one, long, adventurous summer.

    To be continued.
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