Your night, stop by stop
Hellasgården
We sweat it out in the lakeside sauna and dare each other into the cold water of Källtorpssjön between rounds.
The cabin café
Pink-cheeked and starving, we order whatever soup and waffles they're serving at the little café by the lake.
Through Nackareservatet
We walk the forest trail back toward the bus, still warm from the sauna, talking quieter than we did this morning.