Helsinki
Carita and Justa live an hour from Helsinki. The drive is a fairy tale of rolling farmland, rippling green fields, thick forest, and beds of wild lupins—yellow fields like a golden sea surround some of the farm houses. The barns and homes are painted bright red. I have daily been taking the children exploring. We visit the neighbors' horses—sleek, glistening beauties that are obviously worth a fortune—go strawberry picking, and wade through the tall sea of field grass. Everything is so green and luscious!
The marina is in the centre of Inga, the closest village. I biked there tonight and am presently enjoying the clink, clink of rigging against ship masts...Sunlight fades at around midnight only to quickly reemerge again at 2 a.m. just a couple of hours later. In winter the Finns are like zombies because there are only a couple of hours of light.
Helsinki is a fascinating city, a port city where they build the great ocean liners. Nokia has its headquarters there too. Cobbled streets, many outdoor musicians, blond hair everywhere.
The marina is in the centre of Inga, the closest village. I biked there tonight and am presently enjoying the clink, clink of rigging against ship masts...Sunlight fades at around midnight only to quickly reemerge again at 2 a.m. just a couple of hours later. In winter the Finns are like zombies because there are only a couple of hours of light.
Helsinki is a fascinating city, a port city where they build the great ocean liners. Nokia has its headquarters there too. Cobbled streets, many outdoor musicians, blond hair everywhere.
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