Maybe Midsommar, or Midsummer. I remember my Mom and Dad returning from their trip to northern Sweden and talking about how the day they arrived, they got to celebrate the festival with some of the long-lost relatives they had traveled there to visit.
It was June, maybe mid-June, and they were far enough north that the sun set for only a few minutes before it came back up again. There was much frivolity and food and merriment, and it sounded like something that would be highly anticipated every year.
Of course, if we adapted it for this neck of the woods, the sun’s disappearance and return wouldn’t be quite as dramatic. But I think we could replicate the rest of it.
Well, we’d also have to have a vacation cottage to head off to. Many over there have a place for a summer getaway.
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