Sometimes you have to talk. We have a tradition me and two of my male friends. We (once a year) choose an island in the Swedish skärgård (archipelago) where we sleep over. We talk and drink and drink and talk some more. The drinks make us talk and the talk makes problems more visible and stupid things we have dun more bearable and it forces you to listen and answer to questions you never would have had to answer otherwise. We do laugh a lot too, and it has to be at least one music quiz.
We don't explore, we stay foot, and nude bathe have occurred.
“Tears stupid tears”
