Sunday, I woke to a lovely drizzle and the grey sky of Finland. It was time to hike. The family took me for a morning hike (intense hike) in the nearby national park in Sipoo. It was gorgeous and cold. But what caught me off guard was how when you went into the forest it became somewhat warm. There wasn't a great amount of light in account of the weather but the rain didn't make it a bad experience. If anything it added to it.
The beauty of Finland is indescribable. Its untouched. Its harmless. It is pure.
The trees are so thick but are pine so the floor of the forest is clean looking. And sometimes the ground is rocks. It is never flat.
We just walked into this place with a map and my woodsy father.
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| having your jeans coated in mud and your braid torn to shreds is a good sign that the hike was pretty awesome |
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| the trees were hella tall |
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| we climbed this really tall hill thingy and there was this beautiful rock place which overlooked a lake. We sat and talked for awhile. |
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| running into old farms (really really really old farms) is normal here |
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| we stopped for a quick lunch of tea and sandwiches. |
That evening since it was my host father's birthday, we had a small get-together of the family. It was nice the table was all fancy and there was yummy cake and stuff. Also my house has a tree in it. Fun fact- nature is everywhere here and I love it.
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| pö- finnish for tree... i think |
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