Next, like a fluttering homing pigeon, I needed to return to Varberg, Sweden, where my mormor och morfar (maternal grandmother and grandfather) first met at this church. Each time I’m here, I’m reminded how much Varberg feels like a home I never want to leave.
While standing in front of my grandparents’ first meeting place, I didn’t think it was possible to feel one morsel happier…until I turned around and saw Le Juice, a vegan paradise right next to their church. I’m pretty sure my grandparents were officially smiling down on us, so happy for this entire experience that we were having in their honor (and that we could be well fed at the same time!).
That I was not even the slightest bit hungry was a surprise (I was too excited about being in Varberg).
Fortunately, a certain someone had an appetite, and many of the vegan dishes were also gluten-free.
Then we drove away from the center of town, just a hop, skip and a jump south of Varberg. My heart was ecstatic to see my mormor’s old family farmstead. Much had changed since I was last here, but much had stayed the same.
I was excited to walk this land again.
And to think about what once was…
Just down the lane (or across the field) from the farmstead, we visited this stunning view. On the other side of these dunes are rock outcroppings and the sea in which my mormor swam (more about this on Instagram).
To the left of those dunes, the Kusthotell sits on this land that once rolled all the way out to the sea. These buildings were first erected as a hospital, to help tuberculosis patients, most of whom were children.
The hospital was placed in this beautiful location, as it was believed to promote health, with all of its fresh air. Today, one can roam free and explore as they wish, including a little shop with eko vegan gifts.
Most importantly, to honor the little lives lost here and buried, one can walk behind the hotel…into the children’s cemetery.