The Finns rode their bikes with purpose. With their backs straight, elbows in, eyes forward and mouths set they put their best stoic face forward. They pedaled within the lines, manueuvered around pedestrians skillfully and with lots of distance left inbetween.
My sister rode like her ten year old self-hair flying, elbows out, Marimekko bag slung across her back, head up and her eyes pealed for adventure. She pedaled over cobblestones, junped curbs, swerved around the traffic, coasted down hills and pedaled like the devil going up. She discovered castles and churches that looked like castles, markets full of fresh peas and produce, war ships and submarines, the best ice cream and salmon always salmon.
written by my Sis Deb after Turku/Abo Finland
Thursday, August 03, 2006
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...Welkommin back!
welcome home! I can't wait to read all about it.
hey, i'm new to blogging, saw you were in my area - just daying hi!
Glad your back, hope u had a ball, and when will u be sharing pics with us? lol
Finally she is back and I can stop reading that roadkill trite that's out there! Ah, was it Nordic enough for you?
Missed you...
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