We finally made it to Finland. Albeit via a little detour to Stockholm, Sweden, since our direct flight was cancelled.
Who would have guessed. Really.
I must have amassed an incredible amount of other good karma to balance out my bad plane karma for years to come. I'm looking hard for the silver lining. I really am.
There was also a girls choir on the plane.
Sometimes music is best left to loud iPods. Then at least I can hear myself think.
And no hymns are good hymns.
Sadly, Finnish coffee is not as good as I remembered, but on the plus side my father has finally mastered coffee making to such an extent that I no longer feel the gag reflex coming on when I indulge in a cup of his tar-black concoction.
Yes, coffee making is a science. A more prestigious one even than folding t-shirts or deciding which way the toilet paper roll should face.
He is trying to learn and make the kind of coffee I like.
Gravlax on traditional rye bread, however, is much better than I remembered and might surpass the current staple of my diet - sugar free chocolate.
This is what I have so far.
I need to go clean now. Who could have guessed that grime in the bathroom and dust under the bed annoys me?
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