Rainy Days, otherwise known as every day here in good ol' Finland. Fall actually means the falling of rain. That is it. Just rain. All of the rain.
Saturday consisted of going for a run and hiding in a tunnel which runs under the high way till the rain halts. Also of coffee with the Salla and having a girls night playing "sing-star" and my first Finnish lesson with Salla.. yay.
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| I think these are pionies |
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| The sound of the thunder storm was amplyfied aka the coolest experience ever |
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| She is so beautiful and wise. I really don't want her to leave to go to Scotland. She takes care of me. |
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| writing and writing and writing letters finally |
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| Onki, the cutest thing ever. I am having lacks of my own little nugget, Pippa. |
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| please note the muumi |
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| I am terrible at this. |
These girls are Salla's best friends and have taken me in as one of them. The girl on my right may be my host sister next!
