After 4 hours of driving I saw a sign that read ANTIK! and pointed down a gravel road....I thought wow antiques out in the Swedish countryside how fun...Edward agreed and we headed down the paved road. The paved road turned to gravel and came to a T with no sign to indicate which way to go. We went right and stopped at the first farmhouse. A very Swedish looking farmer/lumberjack (I swear his name had to be Sven) told us in faltering English that we should have turned left not right at the crossroads, so we backtracked. When we found the antik place there were interesting garden items and farmantiques outside a red barn but unfortunately they were "not open". Not one to backtrack twice in one day, I headed further down the gravel road until it turned to dirt and finally muddy ruts in the middle of a vast field. At that point Edward decided it was his turn to drive and turned the car around.
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