Today's throwback: Sweden, 1991.
I was 21 years old, and my mother and I decided to spend a few weeks in Sweden, visiting our distant relatives (my mom is an OLSON, after all!) and tracking down our ancestry. But what we were really doing was being together — mom and daughter — for a long, sweet, uninterrupted period of time.
A lot of picnics. A lot of talking. A lot of long drives through beautiful countryside. A lot of moose. A lot of midnight sun.
My mom is still one of my favorite travel companions. She has that perfect balance of being super well organized, while also being willing to throw the plan away on a moment's notice.
Feeling the love,