The car ride was silent except for the sound of the road passing under the tires. The low murmuring was relaxing. Added to it the pumping heat in the car and the comfortable heated leather seat, I felt like I was in a high dollar spa.
It took us almost an hour, but we finally pulled up to a gate that appeared out of nowhere. If I thought we lived out in the middle of the boonies, then this was BFE. A man at the gate stepped out from his little hut.
Bundled like this was the Arctic Tundra instead of early winter in Sweden, his breath fogged in the air in front of his face as he waited for Ivan to lower the privacy tinted driver's window. His smile was quick and ready when he finally saw who was driving. A quick spate of Swedish, and we were rolling through the gates.