To me Kivik is a dreamy little seaside village that while walking through you start to imagine yourself living there… which little home will be ours… will I have the puffy peonies or hydrangeas lining my sweet white fence… maybe I can be an artist and paint in my garden while my cat sleeps next to my feet… this village is perfectly sweet and I love it so!
The little roads trail in and out between homes just wide enough for a little fiat to fit… as you walk you can’t help but sneak a peek into the residents lives… their little garden parties in their gardens with laundry drying so. Friends over sharing wine and grilling fresh wild salmon and laughing full belly laughs while their children swing on the tree limbs and beg their parents to walk to the ice cream shop down the lane… sometimes I wonder is this for real…
and then there is the sea… that feels like home to me… it’s where I feel like myself… I don’t know what it is about the water but it’s like my body needs to be near it… I think maybe I was a mermaid in my last life…
the water was so calm this day… like glass. The girls tried to catch little shrimps by their toes…
