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  • Wanderlust

    Tiina Kivelä

    Spring is the time of plans and projects.

    © Leo Tolstoy

    The past weeks I’ve been working with the website update, translating content (welcome back, my native finnish) and done some other adjustments. I’ve went through the material already online and not yet published, and made plans for what adventures to do this season, for pleasure and for blog material.

    And oh boy what a wanderlust I have now! Ok well, it’s not just these pics, and memories of the past adventures and amazing experiences and the need to do for content – it’s also, or even more, the toughness of the current everyday, hard work and little play, which makes me want to just leave it and go (before it’s too late and I turn into Jake in Shining).

    I just want to flee it all, to get a remedy, therapy, whatever. To take a few many steps and get a whole new perspective, a big one, on things and life in general. Anyone else familiar with this feeling?

    Don’t you sometimes feel the same, the urge to just leave the paper on the desk unwritten (or the more accurate now, project report on the screen) and just go? Wander deep into the woods, over rolling hills, along rivers and up the mountains, get lost in big cities and find peace in the most unexpected places… Don’t you also sometimes just look at the map, sometimes hour after hour, and find foreign countries to visit, paths to follow, remote huts to stay the night in, and peaks with the amazing views to climb up to?

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    Or is it just me?

    Here I am, looking maps and my hiking boots and fliplops. Sending messages with pieces of tour maps attached. “How about this? – When are you free again? – Should we try this loop this summer?” And so on.

    Going back and forth like this, keeping an eye on the snow reports, and other on the bank account credit balance, remembering the tour when we reached the Shreckhornhütte just before sunset, and the day when the ibexes had perfectly placed themselves on the gliff, in front of the perfect Alpine panorama. And the first frost in Lapland, and the surfing in Morocco.

    In other words, it’s spring and time to make some plans and projects and excute them soon. And get out there, even for a litte evening tour, for the preparation of greater adventures, which to later remember like this and share with others (sorry not sorry if you caught the wanderlust bug now).

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    Tiina Kivelä

    Where you going this summer?

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  • Throwback Thursday: Rørosmartnan

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    February 2012. Norway. A group of international exchange students from Trondheim, two cars, destination Røros & The Røros Winter Fair. One of those strange days when you feel like home far away from home. And also one of those days when I realized that when it comes to winter driving, I am better than the French & German (guys). *

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    Røros is a town municipality in the middle of Norway. UNESCO World Heritage Site, historically designated mining town, central place for Southern Sami and a place which has recorded the coldest temperatures south of Finnmark. No wonder it made me feel like I’d be home in Lapland. Cold, peripheral and full of reindeer, skiers (windsurfers) and history. A nice place to visit, but not for staying long, at least not for me. It’s also funny that some feel like calling Røros the Tuscany of Norway

    Maybe I should get back there, with a budget suitable for eating out and drinking the wine (the student budget wasn’t that), to get that Tuscany feeling. And it would be fun to try the windsurf too.

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    * Lapland really is a good place to grow up and learn how to drive a car. And especially handy if you take the driving school lessons in winter, like I did. Having said that, I have to say that I’m ashamed how bad my skills are these days, after a way too long break from driving. Would be nice (a very good idea) to go back to the training track… Although I do enjoy more reading the map when someone else is driving. That way I can also enjoy the views. 

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  • Home is Where The Snow is – Even in Helsinki

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    On Saturday the snow started to fall from the sky above Helsinki. The big freeze was over and big, heavy but fluffy flakes took the place, falling down, swirling and dancing in the air, looking like they’d not really know what to do or where to go; to fall down and cover everything there or to go with the flow, dance dance dance and sail away. The white covered the people also, going in bars and coming out from bars, hugging and kissing their (our) loved ones and admiring the white, christmassy scenery.

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    This morning I was sitting at the communal* table at Scandic Park (good hotel in Helsinki, btw) having my breakfast, cup of coffee in my hands** and BBC World reporting how New Yorkers were copying with their snow blizzard***. It was one of those moments and sceneries of respite; when all you can and should do is sit there enjoying the serenity.

    Like the flakes I don’t exactly know what I’m doing and where I’m going. Life’s smooth sailing when you let the snow to shut down the hustle. The last five days have brought to me lots of hustle, many new acquaintances and ideas, raising my  wanderlust to the high risk level. Nevertheless I noticed this trust also, the trust that even though nothing is sure and we live in the middle of very turbulent times, everything is going to be ok. New marvelous adventures and possibilities are waiting us just around the corner, hiding there between the pillows of snow. For so privileged we are.

    Snowy Helsinki

    When the snow covers our neighborhood

    Earlier on I had taken some slow laps in the hotel pool, snow piling up on the window sills and parts of the roofs which I could see from the pool located at 9th floor (another great thing with this particular hotel). Later on, after swim, before coffee, I sat in the sauna watching the snow fall like a big white curtain before Helsinki skyline. There in the sauna a lady (who briefly explained to me it was her first time ever in sauna) asked me how long I normally “sauna”, which made me realize I haven’t really thought about it. For me, sauna is for the sense of respite. I sit there quiet (when alone), enjoy the warmth and forget to count the seconds, minutes or hours.

    Like these winter Sundays, sauna seems to bring that soothing sense of solitude and respite. No wonder they sometimes prefer to sauna as holy, church like place. And no wonder (quiet) Sundays still have so special, almost holy meaning in our modern societies.

    At the Nordic Travel Fair, where I’d spend the previous days, wellness (especially the Finnish kind of) was raised up as the thing in travel right now.  And I, if someone, have started the year living that trend to the fullest. While sitting on the bus on my way back north, I thought how for me this trip definitely was a wellness travel one. I didn’t eat especially healthy nor did I do any sports (if and when we don’t count the brief, almost casual hotel room yoga) but still, the weekend did the trick and ended with this feeling of wellbeing.  Maybe because if something, wellness is to be in peace with yourself and your surroundings. Maybe because it’s not just about the physical but also or even more about the mental wellbeing.

    All of this is highly recommended for you too to try. In the best possible scenario, you too would already have had as peaceful, relaxed Sunday or at least some moments like that. With courage to the new week folks!

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    – Featured Image : Heli Huhanatti


     

    *Have I already told you how I love communal tables at restaurants? Well, now I did. They’re awesome and I never forget the first ones I “dated”, Kaffebønna (Strandtroget, Tromsø) and Pain Perdu ( 9 Walpoortstraat, Ghent). Highly recommended, especially if and when traveling / eating / drinking out alone

    ** You know it’s Sunday / snowing / cold when you’re holding your coffee with both hands.

    *** Snow is beautiful but dangerous thing and you should take it seriously, but part of me can’t help smirking how easily this pure and white and fluffy thing can paralyze our modern societies from time to time.