According to my blog history I haven't written in about three months. Boy, time flies. I guess I have been busy. I know I have been busy. Still, my apologies to my readers for being so delinquent.
I know that I've been busy; I'm not entirely sure with what. It seems like the day to day activities and club responsibilities have been keeping me on my toes. Nothing note worthy. At least that's how it seems. I have gotten so comfotable here that my powers of observation are slipping. In truth, I have done some interresting things since I last wrote.
I have been to a celebration of Guy Fawkes day at the British Embassy. Basically a celebration of the man who tried (and failed) to blow up Parliment many, many years ago. There is food, and wine, and fireworks, and great company; the highlight of the celebration is the burning of Guy Fawkes in effigy. God, I love the Brits. I have to say it was very festive. The school children took great care in creating the likeness of Guy Fawkes (full size), as tradition dictates, and then a great bon fire was created and poor old Guy was placed upon the blaze. How cool is that?
I have also been to lunch at the British Ambassador's Residence. It was lovely. I feel so snooty and international. I am a member of the British Woman's Association...in case you are wondering how I am getting these opportunities. Anyway, I never thought my life would be so interresting. I have friends from all over the world now....Finland, Britain, Austrailia, South Africa, Germany, Canada, France, Portugal, and more. How cool is that?
I have been to the opera to see Tosca, I have had a tour of the Fazer chocolate factory. I met a good friend at the champaign bar on the 21st of December, the day the Mayan calandar ended, and at precicely 13:11 the world was supposed to end as well. We talked, we watched the clock, we waited, and the world didn't end; ah well, at least we had champaign.
I have been shopping in the Christmas Market on Senate Square....an annual event that I look forward to that is comprised of many artisans selling their crafts and food. There are many talented people here. I found many things I wanted to buy, some of which I did. The market closes just before Christmas, which brings me pretty much up to date.
We spent Christmas here in Helsinki and it was beautiful. The stores are closed starting around noon on Christmas Eve, and don't reopen until the 27th. I think this is a good policy....people sould have the opportunity to spend time with their families during the holidays. Of course, this means that all of Helsinki is in the grocery on the 23rd to insure that they have food for the duration. I myself joined the madness for just that reason. I waited in line at the butcher for ten minutes. I waited several times for the checkout lines to move so that I could get down the aisles to get what I needed, and finally I gave up on some items as it just wasn't worth the fight. I then waited in line to checkout for over thirty minutes. I'm not saying this doesn't happen in the States, it does. I'm just saying it happens.
So that is what I have been doing. All of it good times....even the shopping. So I will have more posts to come. I will re-hone my skills of observation and try to notice the wonders around me. Helsinki really is an interresting place, worthy of note. So I will note.....really I will.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
I'm Back...home
I have been having some difficulty in finding things to write about, not because Finland isn't full of fascinating topics...it is, but because I have become so comfortable here that everything seems normal. If I wasn't sure about it before we left, I am certain of it now: Helsinki, Finland is home.
About three weeks ago we arrived home from our month long visit to the States. We visited family and friends and did everything that we missed doing while we have been away from America. Mostly we ate....fast food...mostly unhealthy, and all fattening. My husband did better than I did...he chose the healthier options in most cases. I went for it. Now I need a gym.
So we discovered a few things while we were in the States. Food portions are way huge...far too much food for one person. Here in Finland the portion sizes are smaller, more reasonable. You order a small Coke in America and get a cup that is larger than the largest size available here in Finland. At first, I couldn't finish anything...then I got used to it. Did I mention I need a gym?
I also had a bit of culture shock in the first few days I was there. The Finns are a quiet, reserved people (unless they are drinking). In day to day contact, there is no chit chat, no extraneous talk, not a lot of background noise. Not so in the States. I found myself overwhelmed by the volume around me. I guess a part of it, too, is the fact that I don't speak Finnish...it is easier to block out conversations that you can't understand.
Now I'm going to offend some people. It wasn't just the amount and volume of the voices around me...it was the negitivity. Americans can be very negitive. There, I've said it. Here's the disclaimer: I'm not saying that ALL Americans are negitive, just that there is an overall feeling that I get when I listen to people talking. I personally surround myself with some very positive people. I think it's a way of talking, and relating to others, rather than a way of thinking. What is being said is not necessarily negitive, but the way it is said is. Americans love double negitives: "I won't not do it" could be an example of this. We also like to commiserate with others and talk about the things that are negitive that we share, especially when it comes to work...it is a way of connecting and relating to others. So I guess that what I am saying is that Ameicans are not negitive as a people, but are often negitive in their speech...that is what got to me while I was there.
What about the Finns? you ask. First of all, the Finns are a quiet, reserved people (except when they are drinking). Sorry, I couldn't resist. The Finns seem to me to be deliberate speakers. They take the time to formulate what they are going to say, not being afraid of silence, and then they say things in a most direct manner. I gave an example of what a double negitive is for the benifit of my Finnish followers...I'm not sure if they have experienced them. Double negitives are not direct, they are less efficient when getting to the point. They can be confusing too. Finns are not confusing. What little instruction I had in the language taught me that they have few extraneous words in their vocabulary. They speak efficiently, using few words.
And Finns tend to commiserate with positive things as near as I can tell..at least when they are speaking English. My experience may be colored, though, by my inability to speak Finnish fluently. Whatever the reason, coming home has been a joy. Soft tones, few words, and positive inflection. I love America, but I enjoy it here too. Finland is home now, and I guess that is good since I live here. I miss my friends and family, who I love, but am enjoying my new friends and way of life here too. The bottom line is: I'm back...home.
About three weeks ago we arrived home from our month long visit to the States. We visited family and friends and did everything that we missed doing while we have been away from America. Mostly we ate....fast food...mostly unhealthy, and all fattening. My husband did better than I did...he chose the healthier options in most cases. I went for it. Now I need a gym.
So we discovered a few things while we were in the States. Food portions are way huge...far too much food for one person. Here in Finland the portion sizes are smaller, more reasonable. You order a small Coke in America and get a cup that is larger than the largest size available here in Finland. At first, I couldn't finish anything...then I got used to it. Did I mention I need a gym?
I also had a bit of culture shock in the first few days I was there. The Finns are a quiet, reserved people (unless they are drinking). In day to day contact, there is no chit chat, no extraneous talk, not a lot of background noise. Not so in the States. I found myself overwhelmed by the volume around me. I guess a part of it, too, is the fact that I don't speak Finnish...it is easier to block out conversations that you can't understand.
Now I'm going to offend some people. It wasn't just the amount and volume of the voices around me...it was the negitivity. Americans can be very negitive. There, I've said it. Here's the disclaimer: I'm not saying that ALL Americans are negitive, just that there is an overall feeling that I get when I listen to people talking. I personally surround myself with some very positive people. I think it's a way of talking, and relating to others, rather than a way of thinking. What is being said is not necessarily negitive, but the way it is said is. Americans love double negitives: "I won't not do it" could be an example of this. We also like to commiserate with others and talk about the things that are negitive that we share, especially when it comes to work...it is a way of connecting and relating to others. So I guess that what I am saying is that Ameicans are not negitive as a people, but are often negitive in their speech...that is what got to me while I was there.
What about the Finns? you ask. First of all, the Finns are a quiet, reserved people (except when they are drinking). Sorry, I couldn't resist. The Finns seem to me to be deliberate speakers. They take the time to formulate what they are going to say, not being afraid of silence, and then they say things in a most direct manner. I gave an example of what a double negitive is for the benifit of my Finnish followers...I'm not sure if they have experienced them. Double negitives are not direct, they are less efficient when getting to the point. They can be confusing too. Finns are not confusing. What little instruction I had in the language taught me that they have few extraneous words in their vocabulary. They speak efficiently, using few words.
And Finns tend to commiserate with positive things as near as I can tell..at least when they are speaking English. My experience may be colored, though, by my inability to speak Finnish fluently. Whatever the reason, coming home has been a joy. Soft tones, few words, and positive inflection. I love America, but I enjoy it here too. Finland is home now, and I guess that is good since I live here. I miss my friends and family, who I love, but am enjoying my new friends and way of life here too. The bottom line is: I'm back...home.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Mid-Summer Celebration
We just got back from our friend's summer house/cottage and our celebration of Mid-Summer. We had a fun and educational time, experiencing both Finnish tradition and hospitality. It was a beautiful drive to the lake...the furthest north either my husband or I have gone. I had recently wondered about the Finnish countryside as I flew over coming back from vacation. Everything looked green and lush, and there were lakes from what I could see in the airplane. Driving to the lake I was able to see it up close for myself.
There were vibrant wildflowers dotting the countryside as we drove, and in just a little over an hour we arrived at our friend's lake house. I have heard that the Finns disappear to their lakehouses every weekend in the summer, and then during the weeks of July when everybody is off of work. It is typical in Europe (so I am told) for there to be a month (typically July or August) when the country is "closed down" and people are on vacation. In Finland it is July. For the record, I now understand why the Finns disappear to their cottages. Not far from the city, they are beautiful and quiet and offer the perfect get away from the stresses of work. Have I metioned that the Finns have the work/life balance thing right? They do.
So our arrival at the lake was greeted with a warm welcome and a tour of the cottage, sauna house, and toilets. You wouldn't think that the toilets would be a part of the tour, but they required instruction and were located outside the house. They were electric, I think. They burn waste when they are "flushed." It's rather ingenious, actually....and a little scary...but mostly ingenious.
We were shown around a two story A-frame cabin with two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a main room. there was sleeping for eight if you used the two pull out sofas. And no doors. Did I mention there were no doors? Very efficient. And cozy...and wonderful. The perfect get-away for the weekend. You'll notice I didn't mention a bathroom. There was none in the house.
BUT there was a sauna in a separate, smaller cabin. It had a changing room and a sauna room, and a nice front porch. There was a barrel for hot water and a barrel for cold in the sauna room, and that was where you could "shower" manually...no running water or shower head, but any port in a storm....
We sat on the deck over looking the water while we waited for the other visiting couple to arrive..they too are American ex-pats. We were all looking forward to celebrating mid-summer in Finland at a true Finnish summer house with Finns. And our hosts were perfect. They were welcoming and eager to share their house and traditions with us. It looked like rain, and in order to assure we would be able to grill, we reversed the order of our meals and had sausages at lunch time. Had the weather cooperated we would have started with the more traditional main meal (also grilled if possible) and then capped off the evening with the sausages. We decided not to reverse the order of the celbratory drinks and enjoyed a perfect bottle of champaign with our noon meal. After lunch they took us for a walk around the lake to a public accesss beach from where we then rowed a small boat back to the house. I say "we"...in fact it was my husband who hasn't rowed a boat for decades. He got me wet; at first it was an accident, then it was just for fun...his fun. Anyway, it was a nice outing and, aside from the mosquitos (mosquitos are apprarently universal), a perfect start to the days festivities.
Our next experience was the sauna. They women went first, and yes (for those who are wondering), it was a traditional sauna during which clothing is not worn. We enjoyed the heat of the sauna and then went for a refreshing swim in the lake (also sans clothes). We then returned to the sauna, enjoyed the heat once again, "showered" and sat on the porch. It was then the men's turn and the ladies returned to the house to enjoy a refreshing hard cider.
Traditionally, and not suprisngly, mid-summer is a drinking holiday. We enjoyed a number of alcoholic beverages, but did not go overboard. The time came for our evening meal, and we enjoyed a first course of herring (three varieties), salad, and new potatoes. Please note that I use the word "we" loosely and I myself wouldn't touch herring with a ten foot pole. I'm sure I am missing out on a fabulous treat, but I'm willing to risk it. Accompanying the first course was a round (or two or three) of schnapps and Finnish drinking songs. It was a real treat to share in this tradition as our hosts sang the songs and we dutifully downed our shots. It turns out that we were supposed to sip our shots with all but one of the songs, but I mistakenly drank them all in just one shot...oops. Anyway, our next course was "meat." In this case, lamb, and it was perfectly cooked and delicious. We enjoyed each other's company, stories of our own traditions, and Finnish music. Everything was perfect. Finally it was time for bed, and we ll went to our respective sleeping quarters.
In the morning I was the first up and decided to read on the porch. The lake had a mist rising from it, the birds were singing, and it was a glorious morning. Soon after I was joined by the others and the wonderful aroma of coffee. We sat and talked and had a traditional breakfast of bread with lunch meat and cheeses. Have I ever mentioned that the Finns have an odd concept of breakfast? They do. But it was nice, and we slowly wound down the weekend and got ready to drive home.
So that was mid-summer. A relaxing and fun weekend for all. My thanks to our hosts, who could not have been more gracious, for welcoming us into their private lives and sharing their traditions with us. It is an experience we will not forget.
There were vibrant wildflowers dotting the countryside as we drove, and in just a little over an hour we arrived at our friend's lake house. I have heard that the Finns disappear to their lakehouses every weekend in the summer, and then during the weeks of July when everybody is off of work. It is typical in Europe (so I am told) for there to be a month (typically July or August) when the country is "closed down" and people are on vacation. In Finland it is July. For the record, I now understand why the Finns disappear to their cottages. Not far from the city, they are beautiful and quiet and offer the perfect get away from the stresses of work. Have I metioned that the Finns have the work/life balance thing right? They do.
So our arrival at the lake was greeted with a warm welcome and a tour of the cottage, sauna house, and toilets. You wouldn't think that the toilets would be a part of the tour, but they required instruction and were located outside the house. They were electric, I think. They burn waste when they are "flushed." It's rather ingenious, actually....and a little scary...but mostly ingenious.
We were shown around a two story A-frame cabin with two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a main room. there was sleeping for eight if you used the two pull out sofas. And no doors. Did I mention there were no doors? Very efficient. And cozy...and wonderful. The perfect get-away for the weekend. You'll notice I didn't mention a bathroom. There was none in the house.
BUT there was a sauna in a separate, smaller cabin. It had a changing room and a sauna room, and a nice front porch. There was a barrel for hot water and a barrel for cold in the sauna room, and that was where you could "shower" manually...no running water or shower head, but any port in a storm....
We sat on the deck over looking the water while we waited for the other visiting couple to arrive..they too are American ex-pats. We were all looking forward to celebrating mid-summer in Finland at a true Finnish summer house with Finns. And our hosts were perfect. They were welcoming and eager to share their house and traditions with us. It looked like rain, and in order to assure we would be able to grill, we reversed the order of our meals and had sausages at lunch time. Had the weather cooperated we would have started with the more traditional main meal (also grilled if possible) and then capped off the evening with the sausages. We decided not to reverse the order of the celbratory drinks and enjoyed a perfect bottle of champaign with our noon meal. After lunch they took us for a walk around the lake to a public accesss beach from where we then rowed a small boat back to the house. I say "we"...in fact it was my husband who hasn't rowed a boat for decades. He got me wet; at first it was an accident, then it was just for fun...his fun. Anyway, it was a nice outing and, aside from the mosquitos (mosquitos are apprarently universal), a perfect start to the days festivities.
Our next experience was the sauna. They women went first, and yes (for those who are wondering), it was a traditional sauna during which clothing is not worn. We enjoyed the heat of the sauna and then went for a refreshing swim in the lake (also sans clothes). We then returned to the sauna, enjoyed the heat once again, "showered" and sat on the porch. It was then the men's turn and the ladies returned to the house to enjoy a refreshing hard cider.
Traditionally, and not suprisngly, mid-summer is a drinking holiday. We enjoyed a number of alcoholic beverages, but did not go overboard. The time came for our evening meal, and we enjoyed a first course of herring (three varieties), salad, and new potatoes. Please note that I use the word "we" loosely and I myself wouldn't touch herring with a ten foot pole. I'm sure I am missing out on a fabulous treat, but I'm willing to risk it. Accompanying the first course was a round (or two or three) of schnapps and Finnish drinking songs. It was a real treat to share in this tradition as our hosts sang the songs and we dutifully downed our shots. It turns out that we were supposed to sip our shots with all but one of the songs, but I mistakenly drank them all in just one shot...oops. Anyway, our next course was "meat." In this case, lamb, and it was perfectly cooked and delicious. We enjoyed each other's company, stories of our own traditions, and Finnish music. Everything was perfect. Finally it was time for bed, and we ll went to our respective sleeping quarters.
In the morning I was the first up and decided to read on the porch. The lake had a mist rising from it, the birds were singing, and it was a glorious morning. Soon after I was joined by the others and the wonderful aroma of coffee. We sat and talked and had a traditional breakfast of bread with lunch meat and cheeses. Have I ever mentioned that the Finns have an odd concept of breakfast? They do. But it was nice, and we slowly wound down the weekend and got ready to drive home.
So that was mid-summer. A relaxing and fun weekend for all. My thanks to our hosts, who could not have been more gracious, for welcoming us into their private lives and sharing their traditions with us. It is an experience we will not forget.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
I'm Still Alive Part Two
How apt was the title of my last post? My sister in Michigan e-mailed me a week ago to ask if I was still alive at this point in time. I have indeed been absent from my writting and am again sorry. I got back two weeks ago from a cruise to the Caribbean with a dear friend and have been re-adjusting and doing laundry ever since. It sems that laundry is never done...even with just two people in the household. I can only imagine what a family of six (like my sister's) would generate. But I digress.
I was away, and now I am settled back in here in Helsinki. It is odd how where you live becomes home and the norm of your living. I found that while in the States (for a few days before the cruise) I was shocked by people talking to me in elevators and in lines at the stores. Finns pretty much keep to themselves and don't talk unless specifically spoken to. It's not that they are cold, it is just their way, and I have gotten used to it. I won't say I like it better here, just that it is different. Anyway, I found myself having to get used to the social differences again, but in reverse. I found myself excited by the strangest things...like chicken fingers and breakfast food, and people saying "please."
So now I am re-adjusted and back into my routine. It is mid-summer celebration...I think that's what it is.... here in Finland. Things will close early tomorrow and be closed on Saturday. People will celebrate this weekend. The Finns love to celebrate. I love to celebrate with the Finns.
We have been invited over to a friend's summer house this weekend, something I have hoped to experience while we are here. The Finns really have the work/life balance thing figured out and I am told that most have summer houses that they go to in the summer...especially July when the country goes on vacation. The city is likely to be a ghost town filled mostly with tourists during this time, and this is the weekend that it starts. I am excited to celebrate this time with Finnish friends so that we can do it right. It is an honor to be invited. I don't know what to expect, but I will surely report on it when we get back.
Well, that's it for now. I have to go get ready for my weekend....
I was away, and now I am settled back in here in Helsinki. It is odd how where you live becomes home and the norm of your living. I found that while in the States (for a few days before the cruise) I was shocked by people talking to me in elevators and in lines at the stores. Finns pretty much keep to themselves and don't talk unless specifically spoken to. It's not that they are cold, it is just their way, and I have gotten used to it. I won't say I like it better here, just that it is different. Anyway, I found myself having to get used to the social differences again, but in reverse. I found myself excited by the strangest things...like chicken fingers and breakfast food, and people saying "please."
So now I am re-adjusted and back into my routine. It is mid-summer celebration...I think that's what it is.... here in Finland. Things will close early tomorrow and be closed on Saturday. People will celebrate this weekend. The Finns love to celebrate. I love to celebrate with the Finns.
We have been invited over to a friend's summer house this weekend, something I have hoped to experience while we are here. The Finns really have the work/life balance thing figured out and I am told that most have summer houses that they go to in the summer...especially July when the country goes on vacation. The city is likely to be a ghost town filled mostly with tourists during this time, and this is the weekend that it starts. I am excited to celebrate this time with Finnish friends so that we can do it right. It is an honor to be invited. I don't know what to expect, but I will surely report on it when we get back.
Well, that's it for now. I have to go get ready for my weekend....
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
I'm Still Alive
For those of you who wondered, yes, I'm still alive. It may not seem like it given the lack of posts lately, but I have been busy and traveling and have not taken the time to write. So, now I can update you on what's been going on.
The snow is gone...I think for good this season, but you never know...this is Finland. The weather has been beautiful and I have been taking walks along the coast. It is like Helsinki has come alive again. People are out and active, the cafes and resturants have their tables outside now, and the outdoor market is in full swing. There are tour busses everywhere...including my neighborhood. Imagine that; I live in a tourist area. People pay money to see where I live! I feel rather special now.
I have also been traveling. I have been to Italy, Greece, Croatia, and Estonia. Not bad for a simple housewife. Everywhere I visited was beautiul. I saw the Parthanon in Athens and was amazed by its grandure. I saw the windmills and winding streets of white houses and shops in Mykonos and the old fort of Dubrovnik. I went to the old town in Tallin and had a meal that was medevil...a little too medevil for my taste, but good none-the-less. It has been a whirlwind tour and I love it. In just over a week I am going to the Caribbean with a friend. Finally my passport is getting a proper workout.
So that has been my life for the past few weeks. I have been busy and well traveled. Oh, and I got a delightful compliment while in Mykonos, Greece. My travel companions and I were at a little bar on the island where it was decided that we should try uzo (not sure of the spelling). Anyway, I don't like the flavor of anise, so decided to get a shot of Tequilla instead. The waiter semed suprized by my order, did a double take at me, and asked if I wanted something strong. I said yes, and he said he would take care of me. What he brought was indeed strong (it was Raki for those who are interrested) and it was quite good. But I digress. The compliment that he gave was in asking if we were all Scandinavian. He was quite sure that we were from Finland or Sweden.... despite the lack of accent, apparently. I take that as a compliment. I like the people of Finland and am proud to be taken for one. Of course here in Helsinki I am sure that I stick out as an American, but I'll take the compliment just the same.
I will do my best to post more regularly, but will be traveling on and off. Please be patient and I will try to make it worth your while. I'm sure there is much more for me to see and do and write about. Helsinki is an amazing city and I have just begun to explore it.
The snow is gone...I think for good this season, but you never know...this is Finland. The weather has been beautiful and I have been taking walks along the coast. It is like Helsinki has come alive again. People are out and active, the cafes and resturants have their tables outside now, and the outdoor market is in full swing. There are tour busses everywhere...including my neighborhood. Imagine that; I live in a tourist area. People pay money to see where I live! I feel rather special now.
I have also been traveling. I have been to Italy, Greece, Croatia, and Estonia. Not bad for a simple housewife. Everywhere I visited was beautiul. I saw the Parthanon in Athens and was amazed by its grandure. I saw the windmills and winding streets of white houses and shops in Mykonos and the old fort of Dubrovnik. I went to the old town in Tallin and had a meal that was medevil...a little too medevil for my taste, but good none-the-less. It has been a whirlwind tour and I love it. In just over a week I am going to the Caribbean with a friend. Finally my passport is getting a proper workout.
So that has been my life for the past few weeks. I have been busy and well traveled. Oh, and I got a delightful compliment while in Mykonos, Greece. My travel companions and I were at a little bar on the island where it was decided that we should try uzo (not sure of the spelling). Anyway, I don't like the flavor of anise, so decided to get a shot of Tequilla instead. The waiter semed suprized by my order, did a double take at me, and asked if I wanted something strong. I said yes, and he said he would take care of me. What he brought was indeed strong (it was Raki for those who are interrested) and it was quite good. But I digress. The compliment that he gave was in asking if we were all Scandinavian. He was quite sure that we were from Finland or Sweden.... despite the lack of accent, apparently. I take that as a compliment. I like the people of Finland and am proud to be taken for one. Of course here in Helsinki I am sure that I stick out as an American, but I'll take the compliment just the same.
I will do my best to post more regularly, but will be traveling on and off. Please be patient and I will try to make it worth your while. I'm sure there is much more for me to see and do and write about. Helsinki is an amazing city and I have just begun to explore it.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Vappu (May Day)
So we went out last night to see what this Vappu Eve thing is all about. For those who aren't familiar with the word "Vappu," it is the Finnish word for May Day, the first day of May. It is a big thing here; most places are closed and people have the day off. Good thing too, because people surely know how to celebrate Vappu Eve and would probably be loathe to go to work the next morning.
Vappu Eve is basically a celebration of graduation and the coming/start of spring. Graduates of the current year wear colorful jumpsuits with patches on them all day (and in some cases all week). The colors and patches indicate where they have graduated from and with what degree. Masters degrees wear large tassles, like the size you'd find on curtain tie-backs. The patches are also to show "sponsorship" and are used to raise funds for something (didn't catch that detail). All graduates wear hats that look pretty much like a ship captain's cap. This includes past graduates, and we could see some very old, yellowing caps on a few of the older population.
They sell all sorts of colorful things to wear on your head as well as candy, food and balloons. Also available, we were told, were dirty joke books sold by the graduates. One of my husband's co-workers asked us to pick one up for him...too bad it is in Finnish.
So the big event on Vappu Eve is the washing and capping of the "naked lady statue" in Helsinki. It has a proper name, but I can never remember it, and if you google "naked lady statue Helsinki" it will come up. Anyway, a good number of graduate students are dangled over the statue by a crane and are lowered down to give her a good scrub and to place a cap on her head. The cap reportedly does not stay on long before it is stolen. Well, we live about two to three blocks from the statue and went to see the festivities and fight the crowds. There were hoards of people and we were all keen to see the tradition play out. It seemed to us, though that they only capped the statue and forewent the scrubbing. The cap stayed on as long as we were there, which was quite a while. A bit confused, but not dissapointed, we headed off to finish our champaign and get some dinner.
Did I mention there was champaign? Yes, this is an integral part of the tradition. Everybody brings champaign and drinks it there on the street as they celebrate. It is illegal to drink alcohol on the streets of Helsinki, but it is pretty much tolerated by the police on Vappu Eve the same way that public nudity is tolerated in the streets of New Orleans during Mardi Gras ( females lifting their shirts to earn beads). As long as you don't cause any trouble, the pollisi look the other way.
Well, Vappu Eve is over now and we are having a quiet Vappu day today. We could have gone to a certain park with a picnic this morning, but decided to sleep in after our late night. We had a great time and are quite blessed to live where we do. Helsinki rocks!
Oh, and by the way, the coffee house accross the street finally put out its tables and is open for business.
Vappu Eve is basically a celebration of graduation and the coming/start of spring. Graduates of the current year wear colorful jumpsuits with patches on them all day (and in some cases all week). The colors and patches indicate where they have graduated from and with what degree. Masters degrees wear large tassles, like the size you'd find on curtain tie-backs. The patches are also to show "sponsorship" and are used to raise funds for something (didn't catch that detail). All graduates wear hats that look pretty much like a ship captain's cap. This includes past graduates, and we could see some very old, yellowing caps on a few of the older population.
They sell all sorts of colorful things to wear on your head as well as candy, food and balloons. Also available, we were told, were dirty joke books sold by the graduates. One of my husband's co-workers asked us to pick one up for him...too bad it is in Finnish.
So the big event on Vappu Eve is the washing and capping of the "naked lady statue" in Helsinki. It has a proper name, but I can never remember it, and if you google "naked lady statue Helsinki" it will come up. Anyway, a good number of graduate students are dangled over the statue by a crane and are lowered down to give her a good scrub and to place a cap on her head. The cap reportedly does not stay on long before it is stolen. Well, we live about two to three blocks from the statue and went to see the festivities and fight the crowds. There were hoards of people and we were all keen to see the tradition play out. It seemed to us, though that they only capped the statue and forewent the scrubbing. The cap stayed on as long as we were there, which was quite a while. A bit confused, but not dissapointed, we headed off to finish our champaign and get some dinner.
Did I mention there was champaign? Yes, this is an integral part of the tradition. Everybody brings champaign and drinks it there on the street as they celebrate. It is illegal to drink alcohol on the streets of Helsinki, but it is pretty much tolerated by the police on Vappu Eve the same way that public nudity is tolerated in the streets of New Orleans during Mardi Gras ( females lifting their shirts to earn beads). As long as you don't cause any trouble, the pollisi look the other way.
Well, Vappu Eve is over now and we are having a quiet Vappu day today. We could have gone to a certain park with a picnic this morning, but decided to sleep in after our late night. We had a great time and are quite blessed to live where we do. Helsinki rocks!
Oh, and by the way, the coffee house accross the street finally put out its tables and is open for business.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Ice Swimming Update
Just a quick update on the ice swimming. I noticed last week that there were fewer and fewer swimmers to be seen, and then finally none. I waited to see if they were done for the season and found that they weren't returning.
And now some of the boats have returned to the docks that the swimmers were swimming off of. Clearly they would not want to swim if there is a boat moored right at the site of the ladder. But I was not totally convinced until they took the ladder away two days ago.
So now I am going to have to find something else to watch out my window. For now it is the coffee house that is directly accross the street (it is also the marina club house). The coffee house has been closed for the season and I am now watching intently for the tell tale tables and chairs to be put outside so that I will know that it is open again. How great is it to have a coffee house with a picturesque view just accross the street ? Once again I say "Life is Good".
And now some of the boats have returned to the docks that the swimmers were swimming off of. Clearly they would not want to swim if there is a boat moored right at the site of the ladder. But I was not totally convinced until they took the ladder away two days ago.
So now I am going to have to find something else to watch out my window. For now it is the coffee house that is directly accross the street (it is also the marina club house). The coffee house has been closed for the season and I am now watching intently for the tell tale tables and chairs to be put outside so that I will know that it is open again. How great is it to have a coffee house with a picturesque view just accross the street ? Once again I say "Life is Good".
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Ice Swimming?
OK, so here's the question: how much longer will people here be ice swimming? Or as I like to call it now "fridgid water swimming" since there is no more ice. Now it just seems silly. When there was ice, it looked insane and therefore impressive. Now it just looks like a bunch of people who don't know better than to stay out of the cold water.
I know, I know, it is good for your health; so I am told. Still, I'm not sure I would swim in this particular water even if it were warm. I'm sure there is nothing wrong with it, but it is at a boat launch/marina and it looks rather murky and not at all the color that I am used to for swimming. And for those that are wondering: I went swimming in the Baltic at a site that was not designed for boats.
So I will keep a watchful eye and let you know when the swimming ends...I'm guessing May 1st? Which is May day, by the way, and a big deal here. I will learn all I can and let you know what I find out and experience. Until later...
I know, I know, it is good for your health; so I am told. Still, I'm not sure I would swim in this particular water even if it were warm. I'm sure there is nothing wrong with it, but it is at a boat launch/marina and it looks rather murky and not at all the color that I am used to for swimming. And for those that are wondering: I went swimming in the Baltic at a site that was not designed for boats.
So I will keep a watchful eye and let you know when the swimming ends...I'm guessing May 1st? Which is May day, by the way, and a big deal here. I will learn all I can and let you know what I find out and experience. Until later...
People Watching and Other Thoughts
So the other week I was waiting for my friend to go to a club meeting and decided to have a cup of coffee while I waited. The weather has been getting nicer, the snow has melted, and although it does still snow, it doesn't realy stick. I mention this because some of the cafes, resturants and coffee houses have set up their tables outdoors again for the season. I chose to get coffee at a local chain store that had tables outdoors right next to where I was meeting my friend. It was 40 degrees out or so and beautiful, so I waited at one of their tables.
While I was waiting, many things occured to me as I looked around. First, the architecture in Helsinki is amazing. I don't know when the buildings were constructd, but they have beautiful carvings nd statues built into them. And here am I in the middle of a European capital city, where I live, sitting at a cafe table, sipping my coffee while I wait for a good friend to participte in a club activity with women from all over the world. When did I become so wordly and cosmopolitan?
Anyway, people were going past on their bikes, walking, and on the trams. So I people watched while I waited and a few things occured to me. First, there are some seriously good looking male Finns here in Helsinki...I'm just saying. The woman are also quite attractive, but being a woman myself, I took more interest in the men. Next, it seems that there are no obese people here, and very few seriously overweight ones. Sure, there are people (like myself) who could stand to lose a few pounds, but nothing like in the States. I suspect that this is due not only to the amazingly healthy, fresh food here, but also to the Finns incessant need to be outdoors doing pysical activity. In the winter it is skiing, walking, biking, swimming, etc... and in the summer, many of the same activities minus the skiing. They love the outdoors, especially during the summer months which are beautiful. I am told that we get July off here and the Finns all go to their summer cabins.
Yes, you read right..they take July off of work and only the essentials are open. I imagine that the resturants and retail stores stay open, but I'm not even sure of that. I do love this place and these people...they have definately got the work/life balance thing right!
While I was waiting, many things occured to me as I looked around. First, the architecture in Helsinki is amazing. I don't know when the buildings were constructd, but they have beautiful carvings nd statues built into them. And here am I in the middle of a European capital city, where I live, sitting at a cafe table, sipping my coffee while I wait for a good friend to participte in a club activity with women from all over the world. When did I become so wordly and cosmopolitan?
Anyway, people were going past on their bikes, walking, and on the trams. So I people watched while I waited and a few things occured to me. First, there are some seriously good looking male Finns here in Helsinki...I'm just saying. The woman are also quite attractive, but being a woman myself, I took more interest in the men. Next, it seems that there are no obese people here, and very few seriously overweight ones. Sure, there are people (like myself) who could stand to lose a few pounds, but nothing like in the States. I suspect that this is due not only to the amazingly healthy, fresh food here, but also to the Finns incessant need to be outdoors doing pysical activity. In the winter it is skiing, walking, biking, swimming, etc... and in the summer, many of the same activities minus the skiing. They love the outdoors, especially during the summer months which are beautiful. I am told that we get July off here and the Finns all go to their summer cabins.
Yes, you read right..they take July off of work and only the essentials are open. I imagine that the resturants and retail stores stay open, but I'm not even sure of that. I do love this place and these people...they have definately got the work/life balance thing right!
Sunday, April 1, 2012
What About Easter?
Many of my friends back home have asked me repeatedly to post things about the traditions of Finland on the holidays. Easter is upon us now, and I wanted to share what little I do know about this holiday with my readers.
For the most part, the traditions here in Finland seem to be the same as in the States. It is a religious holiday afterall, and so most (if not all) of the religious observances apply. I don't rightly know if there are differences in the religious traditions as we have not yet found/selected a church. Beyond that I have discovered a few points of interest surrounding the holiday.
Today, for example, is Palm Sunday (the Sunday before Easter Sunday). In the States I would expect to be handed a palm frond or cross made out of palm fronds at church. This may be the case here as well (see above disclaimer). What I am hoping for here is a knock on my door tonight. Apparently, children aged 6mos to 13yrs or so will go door to door and wave a colorful stick at you while reciting a little poem. The stick is generally something they have made with colorful feathers and do dads, although I think I found some in a store already made up. Anyway, after this "ritual" is performed the recipient of this blessing is expected to give each child candy and/or money. It is kind of like Halloween except the children perform for what they receive, and you as the home owner are left with good luck in your home. I don't know if there ar any children in our building, but I am prepared, and just a little bit excited.
Now for something that my husband and I are both happy about: the Finns celebrate Easter by having a four day weekend...both Friday and Monday off. The only downside: the stores are all closed on Friday, Sunday and Monday, meaning I have to actually be organized with my grocery shopping and not have the luxury of running to the store for those oft forgotten items. Ah well, a small price to pay.
Finally, there are a number of Finnish food traditions, and while I know I have been told about more than just this one, it seems to be the only one that stuck in my brain (which is teflon, remember?) So here it is: I give you the Mignon Egg. It is an actual egg that has been blown out and filled with chocholate, then the hole resealed with a white sugar mixture. You place the egg in the rerigerator for 15 to 30 minutes, and then peel the shell off and eat the chocolate. What a fun concept...and yummy desert (I have done a dry run to be certain it is worthwhile, and I assure you it is).
So this is what I know of Easter here in Finland. I am sorry that it is not more, but I feel it is worth sharing. I'm not sure exactly what we will be doing for the weekend, but I am sure it will be a wonderful time. Have a wonderful holiday everybody!
For the most part, the traditions here in Finland seem to be the same as in the States. It is a religious holiday afterall, and so most (if not all) of the religious observances apply. I don't rightly know if there are differences in the religious traditions as we have not yet found/selected a church. Beyond that I have discovered a few points of interest surrounding the holiday.
Today, for example, is Palm Sunday (the Sunday before Easter Sunday). In the States I would expect to be handed a palm frond or cross made out of palm fronds at church. This may be the case here as well (see above disclaimer). What I am hoping for here is a knock on my door tonight. Apparently, children aged 6mos to 13yrs or so will go door to door and wave a colorful stick at you while reciting a little poem. The stick is generally something they have made with colorful feathers and do dads, although I think I found some in a store already made up. Anyway, after this "ritual" is performed the recipient of this blessing is expected to give each child candy and/or money. It is kind of like Halloween except the children perform for what they receive, and you as the home owner are left with good luck in your home. I don't know if there ar any children in our building, but I am prepared, and just a little bit excited.
Now for something that my husband and I are both happy about: the Finns celebrate Easter by having a four day weekend...both Friday and Monday off. The only downside: the stores are all closed on Friday, Sunday and Monday, meaning I have to actually be organized with my grocery shopping and not have the luxury of running to the store for those oft forgotten items. Ah well, a small price to pay.
Finally, there are a number of Finnish food traditions, and while I know I have been told about more than just this one, it seems to be the only one that stuck in my brain (which is teflon, remember?) So here it is: I give you the Mignon Egg. It is an actual egg that has been blown out and filled with chocholate, then the hole resealed with a white sugar mixture. You place the egg in the rerigerator for 15 to 30 minutes, and then peel the shell off and eat the chocolate. What a fun concept...and yummy desert (I have done a dry run to be certain it is worthwhile, and I assure you it is).
So this is what I know of Easter here in Finland. I am sorry that it is not more, but I feel it is worth sharing. I'm not sure exactly what we will be doing for the weekend, but I am sure it will be a wonderful time. Have a wonderful holiday everybody!
Friday, March 30, 2012
Squashed
Although this was not the first time I experienced this, it struck me today that it was something worth sharing with those who haven't travelled by tram. So I went to downtown Helsinki today by tram (trolley) and found that it was packed. When I say packed, think sardines...and there were at least a dozen people at my stop waiting to get on, some with luggage.
The question that comes to mind as the tram comes to a stop is: should I join the fun? Ah, yes, the option of riding at a comfortable temperature vs. the prospect of walking in the cold. So I joined in, got on, and held tight to my pole so that I wouldn't fall over into those seated near me. I practiced in my head the word for "sorry" in Finnish just in case, and came close to having to use it, but managed to recover in time.
The thing that struck me was: thank goodness the Finns are a meticulously groomed people because you get up close and personal with the people surrounding you each time the tram stops suddenly (as when a pedestrian walks in front of it) or takes a turn quickly. And even just standing there you get to know more about the people standing next to you than you thought possible without an actual conversation. OK, it may not be that bad, but you are standing one next to the other, touching, and I am pleased to report that all those years of therapy dealing with my crowd anxiety has finally paid off.
At any rate, I made it to the city without falling onto anyone sitting, and fell into someone standing only once (it was like dominos as we all leaned into each other one by one when the tram took the turn a wee bit fast). There was no talking, no "excuse me," and no laughter at the situation....as might have been the case with Americans. It was taken for granted that this is the was the way it is, and there is no need to express what is already understood.
I must say that such a crowded tram is the exception, not the rule, and is well worth the service it provides. I love the public transit in Helsinki and cannot say enough for how clean, timely, and safe it has been so far. Just one more thing the Finns do well.
The question that comes to mind as the tram comes to a stop is: should I join the fun? Ah, yes, the option of riding at a comfortable temperature vs. the prospect of walking in the cold. So I joined in, got on, and held tight to my pole so that I wouldn't fall over into those seated near me. I practiced in my head the word for "sorry" in Finnish just in case, and came close to having to use it, but managed to recover in time.
The thing that struck me was: thank goodness the Finns are a meticulously groomed people because you get up close and personal with the people surrounding you each time the tram stops suddenly (as when a pedestrian walks in front of it) or takes a turn quickly. And even just standing there you get to know more about the people standing next to you than you thought possible without an actual conversation. OK, it may not be that bad, but you are standing one next to the other, touching, and I am pleased to report that all those years of therapy dealing with my crowd anxiety has finally paid off.
At any rate, I made it to the city without falling onto anyone sitting, and fell into someone standing only once (it was like dominos as we all leaned into each other one by one when the tram took the turn a wee bit fast). There was no talking, no "excuse me," and no laughter at the situation....as might have been the case with Americans. It was taken for granted that this is the was the way it is, and there is no need to express what is already understood.
I must say that such a crowded tram is the exception, not the rule, and is well worth the service it provides. I love the public transit in Helsinki and cannot say enough for how clean, timely, and safe it has been so far. Just one more thing the Finns do well.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
The Baltic...BRRRR!!!
Yes, you guessed it. I went ice swimming in the Baltic! Friday was a grand day. Lisa and I participated in a mile walk/run for charity and at the end there was an opportunity to go ice swimming and sauna afterwards.
Knowing that the opportunity was going to be there, I came prepared to go swimming and got it set in my mind that I was going to do it...crazy or not. I met a wonderful lady from Austrailia who was also determined to experience the ice swim for the first time and we did it together with a small crowd of friends to cheer us on.
The initial plunge was not as bad as I anticipated. I expected my breath to be taken away and my heart to stop. I was assured by one of the onlookers that they were trained in CPR just in case (a joke, I was hoping). It was a fun time, and although the water was freezing, it was not heart stopping. I was unsure how long to stay the water in order to make it an official swim, but decided that it need'nt be too long and I promptly swam in a circle and got out. I have been watching the swimmers from my window for some time, and this seems to be the practice.
Upon getting out I realized what I had just done...my skin felt like it was being stabbed by a thousand little needles! This sensation didn't last long however, and I soon felt refreshed...until the heckling from the crowd sent me on to roll in the snow. How could I not follow the instructions from the crowd? I didn't know what was traditional and I wanted the full experience, so I took a little roll in the snow. Truthfully speaking, adding that little insanity didn't really make me any colder than I already was, so it was worth it for the amount of applause and laughter that it generated.
Finally it was time for the sauna. Oh, the heavenly sauna! Now I get it. I felt great...refreshed and accomplished. I now understand the custom and would, dare I say it, do it again. I'm still not certain that it is the most sane thing in the world to participate in, but it was an experience worth having and I am glad that I tried it.
The only question remaining is: what is the next challenge?
Knowing that the opportunity was going to be there, I came prepared to go swimming and got it set in my mind that I was going to do it...crazy or not. I met a wonderful lady from Austrailia who was also determined to experience the ice swim for the first time and we did it together with a small crowd of friends to cheer us on.
The initial plunge was not as bad as I anticipated. I expected my breath to be taken away and my heart to stop. I was assured by one of the onlookers that they were trained in CPR just in case (a joke, I was hoping). It was a fun time, and although the water was freezing, it was not heart stopping. I was unsure how long to stay the water in order to make it an official swim, but decided that it need'nt be too long and I promptly swam in a circle and got out. I have been watching the swimmers from my window for some time, and this seems to be the practice.
Upon getting out I realized what I had just done...my skin felt like it was being stabbed by a thousand little needles! This sensation didn't last long however, and I soon felt refreshed...until the heckling from the crowd sent me on to roll in the snow. How could I not follow the instructions from the crowd? I didn't know what was traditional and I wanted the full experience, so I took a little roll in the snow. Truthfully speaking, adding that little insanity didn't really make me any colder than I already was, so it was worth it for the amount of applause and laughter that it generated.
Finally it was time for the sauna. Oh, the heavenly sauna! Now I get it. I felt great...refreshed and accomplished. I now understand the custom and would, dare I say it, do it again. I'm still not certain that it is the most sane thing in the world to participate in, but it was an experience worth having and I am glad that I tried it.
The only question remaining is: what is the next challenge?
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Going to the Movies
Last weekend I went to the movies with friends and I learned a lot. Quite a few differences between Finnish movie theaters and those in the States. Let's start with while I was waiting for my friends to arrive (I am almost always early where ever I go). I couldn't help but notice people carrying food into the theater. Odd, I thought. Could it be that you can bring your own snacks into the theater? you ask. Why, yes, it could! I asked one of the attendants on the way out whether that was the case, and he confirmed that you can indeed bring your own snacks into the movie. No real food, but snacks. In the States you'd get kicked out for what would be considered an offense; God forbid the movie theater not get its pound of flesh in the way of concession sales. Granted, the tickets were 14.50 euros, but the novelty of bringing your own food in is so worth it.
Next, after selecting your movie, you select your seats. No more rush to arrive and sit forever before the movie starts to get good seats (in fact, you can't get in too far in advance of the movie as the door is kept closed until it is almost time for the trailers). As a positive side effect of the seat selection process, you can take your time at the concession stand (if you want to buy snacks there) because your seats are already secured.
And, yes, you may want to buy some snacks there not only because popcorn is best when fresh, but also because they have these little ring things called spice rings. They look like miniture pork rinds and taste like air puffed barbeque potato chips. Really good.
Next we arrived at our theater door, and upon going in were given our 3-D glasses ( we saw John Carter in 3-D). The glasses were substantial, moreso than any I have seen in the States. I personally think this is due to the fact that Finnish 3-D glasses are probably less likely to sprout legs and walk off after the movie.
The seats were wider and cushier than in the States, and the aisles were wider, thus making it possible to get to your seats without actually sitting on the laps of all the people along the way. The cup holders were positioned at the end of the arm rests, lower, such that the top of the cup was level with the arm rest itself. This allowed you to use the full length of the rest, which, by the way was wider itself.
So all in all, I feel that the Finns, once again, have got it right. The movie experience was a wonderful one...completely quiet and without cell phone interruption of course (once again making the price well worth it). I am looking forward to the next movie experience, and rest assured I will be bringing snacks!
Next, after selecting your movie, you select your seats. No more rush to arrive and sit forever before the movie starts to get good seats (in fact, you can't get in too far in advance of the movie as the door is kept closed until it is almost time for the trailers). As a positive side effect of the seat selection process, you can take your time at the concession stand (if you want to buy snacks there) because your seats are already secured.
And, yes, you may want to buy some snacks there not only because popcorn is best when fresh, but also because they have these little ring things called spice rings. They look like miniture pork rinds and taste like air puffed barbeque potato chips. Really good.
Next we arrived at our theater door, and upon going in were given our 3-D glasses ( we saw John Carter in 3-D). The glasses were substantial, moreso than any I have seen in the States. I personally think this is due to the fact that Finnish 3-D glasses are probably less likely to sprout legs and walk off after the movie.
The seats were wider and cushier than in the States, and the aisles were wider, thus making it possible to get to your seats without actually sitting on the laps of all the people along the way. The cup holders were positioned at the end of the arm rests, lower, such that the top of the cup was level with the arm rest itself. This allowed you to use the full length of the rest, which, by the way was wider itself.
So all in all, I feel that the Finns, once again, have got it right. The movie experience was a wonderful one...completely quiet and without cell phone interruption of course (once again making the price well worth it). I am looking forward to the next movie experience, and rest assured I will be bringing snacks!
Friday, March 16, 2012
Snow Removal
So I'm taking it easy today and watching out my window where they are removing the snow from the marina clubhouse parking and the surrounding area. It's not a new sight. I've seen snow removal before. They are actually pretty good about it, staying on top of the worst of it where the roads and street parking are concerned, as well as the sidewalks. At least this is true in my area of Helsinki.
Anyway, the thought occurs to me again...where does the snow go? They plow it, scoop it, and dump it in a truck that drives off to presumably dump it somewhere. I just wonder. It's a lot of snow, and I can't imagine where you would put it. I suppose it leaves the city...there's a lot of Finland that we haven't seen yet, and I'm sure there must be vast expanses of land north of us. As happy as I am to see it go, I wonder if there is someone elsewhere who is not so happy to see it coming.
At anyrate, I am happy to see it go, and while I am sure that I have not yet seen the end of future snows this season, I am enjoying seeing the pavement again. Not to worry, the ice is still there and I have plenty of swimmers to keep me amused.
Anyway, the thought occurs to me again...where does the snow go? They plow it, scoop it, and dump it in a truck that drives off to presumably dump it somewhere. I just wonder. It's a lot of snow, and I can't imagine where you would put it. I suppose it leaves the city...there's a lot of Finland that we haven't seen yet, and I'm sure there must be vast expanses of land north of us. As happy as I am to see it go, I wonder if there is someone elsewhere who is not so happy to see it coming.
At anyrate, I am happy to see it go, and while I am sure that I have not yet seen the end of future snows this season, I am enjoying seeing the pavement again. Not to worry, the ice is still there and I have plenty of swimmers to keep me amused.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Baking Success!
I have been putting off trying to bake cookies since I got here. I legitimately couldn't find some ingrediants for a while, but wasn't trying all that hard if I'm honest about it. I was given some help by a couple of Finns, including my tutor, but still didn't get what I need.
Finally, I bought some chocolate chips and tortured my husband with the promise of fresh, homemade chocolate chip cookies knowing fully well that I had everything but the baking soda (and therefore couldn't actually make the cookies). Last week I found the baking soda and today (just minutes ago) I pulled my very first Finnish American Tollhouse Cookies out of the oven...and they turned out just fine!
I was highly skeptical as there is no "all purpose flour" here. It is specialized according to what you make (bread vs cookies for example) and the bags are all in Finnish, naturally. I finally picked one (with some help) and moved on to the question of granulated sugar, which came in two different bags. My Finnish being what it is at this point, I just picked one knowing that at worst it would be finer than I wanted ideally, but it would work just the same. Salt also came in two packages...I asked a lady in the aisle what the difference was, and we finally came to the point that one was was equivalent to table salt, which is what I was looking for. Brown sugar was another matter....ranging from fully granulated to not-quite-"packed" (moist)-but-not-quite-granulated; my tutor assured me that the latter of these choices would bake the same despite the texture diference. The baking soda and vanilla were the last hold outs. Vanilla I found in an American specialty store, and baking soda (after a long search) was hidden on a shelf with flavorings and such by the frozen food section. Go figure.
Anyway, I finally braved the baking experience (asked my husband to convert the oven temp for me) and made the cookies. Yea!!! They baked just fine, and taste the same as at home in the States. I don't know what I've been fearing all this time, but it didn't happen, whatever it was, so I shall dare to bake again.
Finally, I bought some chocolate chips and tortured my husband with the promise of fresh, homemade chocolate chip cookies knowing fully well that I had everything but the baking soda (and therefore couldn't actually make the cookies). Last week I found the baking soda and today (just minutes ago) I pulled my very first Finnish American Tollhouse Cookies out of the oven...and they turned out just fine!
I was highly skeptical as there is no "all purpose flour" here. It is specialized according to what you make (bread vs cookies for example) and the bags are all in Finnish, naturally. I finally picked one (with some help) and moved on to the question of granulated sugar, which came in two different bags. My Finnish being what it is at this point, I just picked one knowing that at worst it would be finer than I wanted ideally, but it would work just the same. Salt also came in two packages...I asked a lady in the aisle what the difference was, and we finally came to the point that one was was equivalent to table salt, which is what I was looking for. Brown sugar was another matter....ranging from fully granulated to not-quite-"packed" (moist)-but-not-quite-granulated; my tutor assured me that the latter of these choices would bake the same despite the texture diference. The baking soda and vanilla were the last hold outs. Vanilla I found in an American specialty store, and baking soda (after a long search) was hidden on a shelf with flavorings and such by the frozen food section. Go figure.
Anyway, I finally braved the baking experience (asked my husband to convert the oven temp for me) and made the cookies. Yea!!! They baked just fine, and taste the same as at home in the States. I don't know what I've been fearing all this time, but it didn't happen, whatever it was, so I shall dare to bake again.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Life is Good
Spring is coming and I have proof! My sister gave me a little plastic alien-looking critter with a bobbling head that works on solar power. It's actually quite adorable.... and stupid... and really makes me smile when I watch it bobble back and forth. Annie, bless her, gave it to me some years ago knowing that I suffer from depression and thinking it would make me laugh. It was one of the few "purposeless" items that I brought with me when we moved here. So here is the great news: his head is bobbling back and forth again! That means the sun is shining enough for him to work....he hasn't worked for many, many months. This is indeed great news. Isn't it amazing how little it takes to make me happy?
Think that's pathetic. I found a jar full of joy today. That's right, I found marachino cherries! The sweet, wonderful sundae topper that I like to eat straight from the jar. I feel so naughty...I may just eat the whole jar all by myself. Oh such sweet, wonderful joy! Talk about easy to please.
So today has been a good day...bobbling heads and marachinno cherries. How could it get any better than this? Oh, yeah, I'm meeting Lisa at the champaign bar later :)
Think that's pathetic. I found a jar full of joy today. That's right, I found marachino cherries! The sweet, wonderful sundae topper that I like to eat straight from the jar. I feel so naughty...I may just eat the whole jar all by myself. Oh such sweet, wonderful joy! Talk about easy to please.
So today has been a good day...bobbling heads and marachinno cherries. How could it get any better than this? Oh, yeah, I'm meeting Lisa at the champaign bar later :)
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Minor Surgery
I have now had my biggest adventure in Finland to date, and it was an experience. A good one. I had surgery yesterday on my elbow. I was skeptical of the term "surgery" when I was told by the surgeon to book a surgery appointment for a half hour, and that the procedure would take place in office. Remember all the doors I talked about earlier? Yes, behind one of those tiny room doors is a "surgery room".
Anyway, it had been a concern of mine when we were considering working/living overseas that I may require surgery or other significant medical attention. As a good American I was of the mind that all things medical outside the US are inferior. There, I've admitted it. How wrong can one be? Quite. The medical field in Finland is nothing short of impressive. I think the US could adopt a policy or two and be much further ahead. That's my two cents.
Back to the surgery. My good friend Lisa was nice enough to go with me since I didn't know what to expect. I wasn't given any pre-surgery instructions (like don't eat/drink) and only knew that the procedure was to be an out-patient, in-office, half hour procedure that would cost x euros. (the doctor gave me a number but I won't share that detail here). So we had breakfast and went shopping and had lunch and went shopping and finally then to the doctor's office. We had agood day.
The doctor came out of one door and called me into the room I was told to wait by. In other words, he was seeing other patients prior to my operation and then walked in to the "operating room" with me. There was a table and I was instructed to lay down on it. I have been through a surgery or two (thirteen in all, but who's counting) so I knew to wear easy clothing to get on and off...I wore a tank top that left my arm fully exposed with a sweater over it. I took off the sweater and started to remove my boots, but was told there was no need. No change of clothing? weird. Anyway, the surgery commenced with a local anesthetic applied in the elbow and then the doctor did his thing and wah laaa, fifteen minutes or so later, I'm all stitched up and ready to go. No fuss, no muss, and as far as I know the doctor went back to his office appointments.
Unbelievable. In the States there would have been a huge production number associated with this procedure. First of all the surgeon would have a specific day to do only surgery, then there would have been a pre-op visit the day before (or at least a phone call) to discuss the procedure and sign paperwork. It would have been an out-patient deal, but there would have been a large room with several personnel involved (there was one nurse/tech here in Finland). They would have had me change into a stupid looking gown and put in an IV and gone about the surgery from there; there would have been a post op period and finally, tons of paperwork and probably tens of thousands of dollars charged. Let's just say that the x amount of euros I spent was less than one thousand to give you a comparrison.
So there it is. Minor surgery in Finland. Logical, straight-forward and successful, without a bunch of unnecessary pomp and circumstance. I think it was a beautiful thing and rather than spend hours in a post op, Lisa and I went to the champaign bar near-by and toasted the medical brilliance of the Finns.
How can you beat that?
Anyway, it had been a concern of mine when we were considering working/living overseas that I may require surgery or other significant medical attention. As a good American I was of the mind that all things medical outside the US are inferior. There, I've admitted it. How wrong can one be? Quite. The medical field in Finland is nothing short of impressive. I think the US could adopt a policy or two and be much further ahead. That's my two cents.
Back to the surgery. My good friend Lisa was nice enough to go with me since I didn't know what to expect. I wasn't given any pre-surgery instructions (like don't eat/drink) and only knew that the procedure was to be an out-patient, in-office, half hour procedure that would cost x euros. (the doctor gave me a number but I won't share that detail here). So we had breakfast and went shopping and had lunch and went shopping and finally then to the doctor's office. We had agood day.
The doctor came out of one door and called me into the room I was told to wait by. In other words, he was seeing other patients prior to my operation and then walked in to the "operating room" with me. There was a table and I was instructed to lay down on it. I have been through a surgery or two (thirteen in all, but who's counting) so I knew to wear easy clothing to get on and off...I wore a tank top that left my arm fully exposed with a sweater over it. I took off the sweater and started to remove my boots, but was told there was no need. No change of clothing? weird. Anyway, the surgery commenced with a local anesthetic applied in the elbow and then the doctor did his thing and wah laaa, fifteen minutes or so later, I'm all stitched up and ready to go. No fuss, no muss, and as far as I know the doctor went back to his office appointments.
Unbelievable. In the States there would have been a huge production number associated with this procedure. First of all the surgeon would have a specific day to do only surgery, then there would have been a pre-op visit the day before (or at least a phone call) to discuss the procedure and sign paperwork. It would have been an out-patient deal, but there would have been a large room with several personnel involved (there was one nurse/tech here in Finland). They would have had me change into a stupid looking gown and put in an IV and gone about the surgery from there; there would have been a post op period and finally, tons of paperwork and probably tens of thousands of dollars charged. Let's just say that the x amount of euros I spent was less than one thousand to give you a comparrison.
So there it is. Minor surgery in Finland. Logical, straight-forward and successful, without a bunch of unnecessary pomp and circumstance. I think it was a beautiful thing and rather than spend hours in a post op, Lisa and I went to the champaign bar near-by and toasted the medical brilliance of the Finns.
How can you beat that?
poetic license update
Well, I had my next Finnish lesson and asked for the political name I was sure would illustrate my point about changing the spelling of proper names. I am not sure if there is a logical explanation for this one as well, but here goes:
The king of Sweden is either Kaarle Kustaa XVI (in Finnish) or Carl Gustaf (in Sweden). It seems to me that this is an arbitrary change, though I'm sure that someone somewhere sees a reason for it. They sound similar, yes, but why the change? I am used to a "c" changing to a "k" and such, but this change seems a bit excessive, and quite frankly a bit rude, given that it is a proper name.
Anyway, this is the example that I found. I hope you enjoy.
The king of Sweden is either Kaarle Kustaa XVI (in Finnish) or Carl Gustaf (in Sweden). It seems to me that this is an arbitrary change, though I'm sure that someone somewhere sees a reason for it. They sound similar, yes, but why the change? I am used to a "c" changing to a "k" and such, but this change seems a bit excessive, and quite frankly a bit rude, given that it is a proper name.
Anyway, this is the example that I found. I hope you enjoy.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
a correction
In my last blog entry I used the example of Michael Jackson's name being changed to Jacksonin by the Finns when I saw it on tv. As pointed out by one of my faithful followers, Zella, this is in fact a way of making his name possessive, not an arbitrary name change. I want to take this moment to apologize to my tutor, who in fact did tell me the same thing when I asked, but (as usual) I forgot.
So it was a bad example of what I was trying to convey, but I am sure that I was told of other names that would support my rant. I will ask about this when I see my tutor next, get those names from her, and report them to you in my blog as a follow-up.
I also want to thank Zella for her comments; I am learning a lot and enjoying her imput. Thanks Zella.
So it was a bad example of what I was trying to convey, but I am sure that I was told of other names that would support my rant. I will ask about this when I see my tutor next, get those names from her, and report them to you in my blog as a follow-up.
I also want to thank Zella for her comments; I am learning a lot and enjoying her imput. Thanks Zella.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Poetic License?
A little pet peeve: the changing of proper names by the Finnish. I know, other countries probably do it too, but I'm in Finland, so for now they get the blunt of my rant.
It seems, for some unknown reason, that it is deemed necessary in the Finnish language to change the ending of many, many proper names. I have seen Michael Jackson's name changed to Jacksonin for instance. I can't think of any other specific examples (my brain is, after all, Teflon) but my tutor had to agree that names do have a way of being changed here. She spouted off quite a few, like some political figures, and their names changed so much that they were hardly recognizable.
My tutor suggests that it may simply be that the change makes it easier to pronounce the name in Finnish. Most Finnish first names seem to end in a vowel, for instance; many English names do not. Perhaps this is a plausible explanation, but I still take exception to the whole practice. A name is a name, after all. It is a part of who we are, and one of the ways we differentiate ourselves from others. It is a way that we identify ourselves, and a way that others identify us. I just don't think it is right to go around changing other people's names without their knowlege or permission.
If I ask you about (fill in the blank with a non-Finnishname spelled in Finnish) and you do not speak Finnish, how are you going to know who in the world I am talking about. I'm just saying. If the name has been changed drastically, how would you know? Sure, names like Jacksonin can be guessed at, but I assure you, they do get worse.
Not the end of the world, certainly, but that is my two-cents worth on the subject; take it for what it's worth.
It seems, for some unknown reason, that it is deemed necessary in the Finnish language to change the ending of many, many proper names. I have seen Michael Jackson's name changed to Jacksonin for instance. I can't think of any other specific examples (my brain is, after all, Teflon) but my tutor had to agree that names do have a way of being changed here. She spouted off quite a few, like some political figures, and their names changed so much that they were hardly recognizable.
My tutor suggests that it may simply be that the change makes it easier to pronounce the name in Finnish. Most Finnish first names seem to end in a vowel, for instance; many English names do not. Perhaps this is a plausible explanation, but I still take exception to the whole practice. A name is a name, after all. It is a part of who we are, and one of the ways we differentiate ourselves from others. It is a way that we identify ourselves, and a way that others identify us. I just don't think it is right to go around changing other people's names without their knowlege or permission.
If I ask you about (fill in the blank with a non-Finnishname spelled in Finnish) and you do not speak Finnish, how are you going to know who in the world I am talking about. I'm just saying. If the name has been changed drastically, how would you know? Sure, names like Jacksonin can be guessed at, but I assure you, they do get worse.
Not the end of the world, certainly, but that is my two-cents worth on the subject; take it for what it's worth.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
My Brain is Teflon
So I have been taking Finnish lessons twice a week and I have a very good tutor. She is patient, doesn't flinch as I butcher her native language, and has customized my lessons to fit my way of learning. All that said, I still don't get it. My brain is made of Teflon...nothing sticks to it. Really, I'm quite convinced of it. I can't seem to remember what I learn from one lesson to the next. Forget that, I can't even remember it long enough to do my homework in-between lessons!
That's what has brought on this latest tirade, truth be told . I'm sitting here trying to do my homework and I'll be darned if I can remember what order the words go in, or what the appropriate ending, or endings, are for the words. Have I mentioned that words are very long here? They are, and now I'm learning what can be added to the root word to make it a question and so on. So basically what I am getting from this is that the Finns are efficient. What we Americans say in four or five words, the Finns say in just one. I haven't decided which way is better, I know, my tutor says it isn't a matter of being better, it is a matter of simply being different. She is right, of course, but I still can't help wondering.
So I will go back to my homework like a good little student, but I make no promises...I will still probably butcher the language! My apologies to all good Finns everywhere.
That's what has brought on this latest tirade, truth be told . I'm sitting here trying to do my homework and I'll be darned if I can remember what order the words go in, or what the appropriate ending, or endings, are for the words. Have I mentioned that words are very long here? They are, and now I'm learning what can be added to the root word to make it a question and so on. So basically what I am getting from this is that the Finns are efficient. What we Americans say in four or five words, the Finns say in just one. I haven't decided which way is better, I know, my tutor says it isn't a matter of being better, it is a matter of simply being different. She is right, of course, but I still can't help wondering.
So I will go back to my homework like a good little student, but I make no promises...I will still probably butcher the language! My apologies to all good Finns everywhere.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Which is Softer?
Which is softer: a lamb or an elephant? No, I haven't lost my mind, or my sense of touch either. But this is the choice here in Finland when it comes to toilet paper. You heard me right. Toilet paper. I was in the grocery today and noticed once again the pictures on the toilet paper packages. OK, toilet paper is pretty hard to mistake, it is usually in more or less clear packaging and it isn't hard to understand what it is. That being said, I can't read the writting on the package, and while I'm sure it touts the softness and strength qualities of the paper, I am left to use the pictures on the packages to decide which to choose.
Enter the lamb and the elephant. Oh, yes, there is also a squirrel. For those who have touched these three animals, the choice is easy. Please, elephants are rough and scratchy, squirrels not too bad, but by far, the lamb is the softest. If you wanted your toilet paper to feel like an animal, is an elephant really the first thing that comes to mind? I love them, don't get me wrong, but what were the advertising people thinking? OK, perhaps strength, but that's a little overkill, don't you think? I suppose the squirrel wants to secret away the wonderful paper? I just don't know.
Chalk it up to one more mystery for the non-Finnish-reading American. Perhaps there is a story here I am just not getting, but it struck me funny and I thought I would share.
Enter the lamb and the elephant. Oh, yes, there is also a squirrel. For those who have touched these three animals, the choice is easy. Please, elephants are rough and scratchy, squirrels not too bad, but by far, the lamb is the softest. If you wanted your toilet paper to feel like an animal, is an elephant really the first thing that comes to mind? I love them, don't get me wrong, but what were the advertising people thinking? OK, perhaps strength, but that's a little overkill, don't you think? I suppose the squirrel wants to secret away the wonderful paper? I just don't know.
Chalk it up to one more mystery for the non-Finnish-reading American. Perhaps there is a story here I am just not getting, but it struck me funny and I thought I would share.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Rolling in the snow
This was a new one on me: rolling in the snow. I have joined a woman's club and attended their "Pink Night"...a fundraiser for breast cancer awareness. Prior to the event I had been told about this rolling in the snow thing and promised to do it for our chairwoman who was going to be absent and couldn't do it herself. What ever possessed me at the time has escaped me now. So here is the deal: first you swim, then you sauna until you are nice and toasty, then you run outside and fall into the snow and make snow angels, and then you qickly retreat back into the sauna to recover.
Actually it was pretty amazing and I would do it again. And or those who are wondering, I only had one glass of wine prior to the experience. My friend Lisa also did it with me, along with four other members, and it was truly an experience I won't soon forget. And for those wondering, clothing is optional in the sauna, and I figured "when in Finland"...enough said. Next on my list is ice swimming; yes, I mean doing what I've been watching from my window...going swimming in the water hole in the ice. Crazy, but very Finnish, and I want to do it just once to say that I have.
I am told that the rolling in the snow/swimming in the ice thing is good for the health and is practiced religiously by some, including people in their eighties and older. For me, this experience has further strenghened my belief that the Finnish know what their doing and are fun-loving besides. I know they take it seriously, but I found it to be a fun bonding experience. The Finnish ladies were all too happy to share the experience with us and were most helpful in our getting the most out of it. My thanks to those ladies. I can't wait to see what is next!
Actually it was pretty amazing and I would do it again. And or those who are wondering, I only had one glass of wine prior to the experience. My friend Lisa also did it with me, along with four other members, and it was truly an experience I won't soon forget. And for those wondering, clothing is optional in the sauna, and I figured "when in Finland"...enough said. Next on my list is ice swimming; yes, I mean doing what I've been watching from my window...going swimming in the water hole in the ice. Crazy, but very Finnish, and I want to do it just once to say that I have.
I am told that the rolling in the snow/swimming in the ice thing is good for the health and is practiced religiously by some, including people in their eighties and older. For me, this experience has further strenghened my belief that the Finnish know what their doing and are fun-loving besides. I know they take it seriously, but I found it to be a fun bonding experience. The Finnish ladies were all too happy to share the experience with us and were most helpful in our getting the most out of it. My thanks to those ladies. I can't wait to see what is next!
Saturday, January 14, 2012
language
So I have started my Finnish lessons. I have been graced with many opinions about Finnish as a language prior to my lessons and am finding that some of what I've heard is true. Some of it is not.
I was told by many people that it is the most difficult language to learn; I doubt that. It is indeed very difficult, but at least the characters are the same as English, unlike, say, Chinese. So I'm guessing it could be worse. I was told by a friend that Finnish had a lot of unnessary vowels in it,which makes it difficult to pronounce. I disagree. I think it has an equal number of unnecessary connsonents in it as well. Either way, it is difficult for me to pronounce, but I'm working on it.
One truth I heard is that words are pronounced phoenetically, and that every letter is pronounced. You would think that this would make it easy to figure out how to pronounce words, but not so. There are words that go on for miles. Heck, even the numbers can be long when stating them. Take "327" it is kolmesatakaksikymmentaseitseman (I think, and by the way there are umlats over two of the vowels but my keyboard doesn't have them). Anyway, I am working on being able to pronounce these words in one shot. Right now I can only say these words in pieces...I greatly admire my tutor who can rattle off the longest words smoothly and who, by the way, is very patient. So far I can count to ten... and beyond ten with a little help very slowly. It is not coming naturally.
Now a few words about vowels. They have eight of them, some with umlats, others without. The umlats are killing me! I can't seem to get my mouth to form the correct pronunciation. Sure, if my tutor says a word I can repeat it successfully, but ask me to read a word on my own, and forget it. I think I am over-thinking it...so does my tutor... she says to relax. Perhaps a glass of wine or two would help (ha ha). I joke, but as with learning any new language there are many ways to embarrass oneself.
As I said, every letter is pronounced, even when there are two of the same next to each other. God forbid you forget to pronounce every letter clearly, or in other cases, overpronounce a single letter. Why, if you did that you could find yourself happy to kill someone instead of being happy to meet them!
So that is my take on the language so far. I don't expect to become fluent, but if I can just learn to pronounce what I see, then I will be happy. I figure the vocabulary will come in time. I'm learning the basics right now (of course), and hope to "get it" some day..I'm waiting for that moment when it just "clicks" for me and I am comfortable trying to speak. At any rate, I'm trying....and that is the important thing. Until later. Hei hei!
I was told by many people that it is the most difficult language to learn; I doubt that. It is indeed very difficult, but at least the characters are the same as English, unlike, say, Chinese. So I'm guessing it could be worse. I was told by a friend that Finnish had a lot of unnessary vowels in it,which makes it difficult to pronounce. I disagree. I think it has an equal number of unnecessary connsonents in it as well. Either way, it is difficult for me to pronounce, but I'm working on it.
One truth I heard is that words are pronounced phoenetically, and that every letter is pronounced. You would think that this would make it easy to figure out how to pronounce words, but not so. There are words that go on for miles. Heck, even the numbers can be long when stating them. Take "327" it is kolmesatakaksikymmentaseitseman (I think, and by the way there are umlats over two of the vowels but my keyboard doesn't have them). Anyway, I am working on being able to pronounce these words in one shot. Right now I can only say these words in pieces...I greatly admire my tutor who can rattle off the longest words smoothly and who, by the way, is very patient. So far I can count to ten... and beyond ten with a little help very slowly. It is not coming naturally.
Now a few words about vowels. They have eight of them, some with umlats, others without. The umlats are killing me! I can't seem to get my mouth to form the correct pronunciation. Sure, if my tutor says a word I can repeat it successfully, but ask me to read a word on my own, and forget it. I think I am over-thinking it...so does my tutor... she says to relax. Perhaps a glass of wine or two would help (ha ha). I joke, but as with learning any new language there are many ways to embarrass oneself.
As I said, every letter is pronounced, even when there are two of the same next to each other. God forbid you forget to pronounce every letter clearly, or in other cases, overpronounce a single letter. Why, if you did that you could find yourself happy to kill someone instead of being happy to meet them!
So that is my take on the language so far. I don't expect to become fluent, but if I can just learn to pronounce what I see, then I will be happy. I figure the vocabulary will come in time. I'm learning the basics right now (of course), and hope to "get it" some day..I'm waiting for that moment when it just "clicks" for me and I am comfortable trying to speak. At any rate, I'm trying....and that is the important thing. Until later. Hei hei!
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