One flight, one train ride, and one long boat ride away from Brooklyn I found myself in Visby, and a Swedish island just east of the mainland.
My good friend Ryan had a handful of friends that were staying the night at the childhood home of one of these friends to celebrate the summer equinox celebration of Midsummer. I had no idea where I was and was lucky enough to link up with two of Ryan's friends - unfortunately they didn't know where we were either.
It wasn't long until we found the rest of the crew and were instantly ushered to coast. There was close to a dozen of us and we explored the island a bit, drinking champagne out of plastic cups as the pink sunset maintained until close to midnight.
A traditional midsummer procession crossed our paths before we journeyed to the sea.
We used the local fauna to produce laurels before having a lovely picnic full of herring. We pitched our tent and had - of course - more champagne.
We hit the beach where we had dessert and played Koop, a Swedish game akin to horseshoes. We opened more champagne - with swords! And we danced as the sun started to set.
Maybe it was the champagne, maybe it was the Swedish thirst for excitement, maybe it was - okay, it was definitely the champagne. We rushed into the water and experienced, up close, the sun taking its sweet time to set.
It's one thing to see a sunset but to be in the water, as it is perfectly reflecting the colors of the sky, and watching it - and it's getting close to midnight and it's not setting. It's not going anywhere. It's one of those moments that you don't forget.