Day:286, Words:286

Finland, Finland, Finland, is the country where I like to be eating breakfast and dinner, and watching TV...as sung by Monty Python crew in the 1970s. It is a perculiar country, even to the Norwegians who only have to travel a couple of hours to get to the border. The language is totally removed from the Scandinavian group and even the written form full of L's and K's, looks impossible to pronunce.

Today the family traveled to Levi, Finland as part of the diabetes association get together. We are familiar with Levi in the early months of the year, where we strap on skis and snowboards and mingle with the rest of the snowbunnies from all over Europe.

Before meeting the bus in Alta, the beagle needed to be checked in at the nearby dog hotel. It all looked quite cosy, the oldest resident german shepard welcoming the newcomers with a sniffy greeting. The beagle was shown to his bedroom for the weekend and it was time to meet the group.

In the late autumn and prior to the white stuff, Levi was an eerie ghost town kind of atmosphere. The skil lifts were there, still and free of teenagers shoving their way past the queues. A lake sat at the bottom of the main hill, made invisible in the winter as it is frozen and covered in thick snow and four year olds on plastic sleds. The Russians that are so prevalent in their fluro orange and pink attire in March are notably absent in October. The chuckle of drunk Englishmen is also missing as was the open restaurants catering to our culinarily starved needs. Oh Levi, what are we to do with you now?

 

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