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  • When you origin from one of the nordic countries, you are predetermined to suffer from a obsessive need to eat outdoors, as soon as the snow melts and the streets dry up. I doesn't really matter how cold it is. If there is sun and no snow, we need outdoor seating, and we endure.

    Once i was in the city of Lycksele, far up north. This was in march, but the snow was still four feet deep. On the neatly plowed sidewalk, in the city centre, a cafe had provided two tables with chairs for those who wanted to have coffee outside.

    Today, I bought Folke his first real bike. And then we searched for the sunniest outdoor serving, and had dinner there. Unbearably cold, but so satisfying.

    As we went home, we saw those with gardens busy lighting their grills. The temperature was after all like 6 ºC (= 42.8 ºF).
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