Or Kronprinsessparet as we say in tongue-twister Swedish. Of course we had to celebrate the royal couple despite not being invited to the wedding. So we sat down at a lovely place in Ibiza town, had a glass of cava and some chocolates that travelled here all the way from Sweden, only to then be left in the back of my car and melt into an unrecognisable mess of lingonberry, blueberry, hazelnut and milk chocolate. Obviously didn't stop us from enjoying it with a couple of spoons instead.
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