A straight shot two hours south of Gothenburg will get you to the region of Skåne, which is known for its sprawling landscapes filled with winter wheat and other crops. Many city-dwellers, even Stockholmers, keep summer houses here, where the summers are slightly warmer and it’s only a short drive to continental Europe. We had a busy day ahead, with a stop at a potato farm and a sausage maker, so we fortified ourselves by stopping for lunch in the town of Bostad, a tiny village that plays host to the Swedish Tennis Open. The courts here are 65 years old and the cobblestone streets practically whisper the names of Swedish tennis champion, Bjorn Borg. You, too, can play here on one of Bastad’s 25 courts.
We ate at the Sand Restaurant in the Hotel Skansen, situated, you might say, at center court. Highlights from the lunch buffet included an array of local cheeses. Blue cheese plus tomato jam on a digestive biscuit? Oh, yeah.
Although I will never regret the visits we paid later in the day to Bjäre Hembygd or Heberleins, I had a hard time leaving this former 100-year-old warehouse turned luxury hotel – and not because of a secret longing to play tennis. I wanted to get the spa package and spend the day relaxing in a hot tub at the kallbadhus, a bathhouse with a floor-to-ceiling 180-degree view of the sea.