What? We are walking around at 11 pm? No way. It feels live maybe 4 in the afternoon. Cept I'm tired. And the bars are hoppin. Sunshine is good.
Dang they are all so gorgeous here. She could be a model. So could her. And her. Natural beauties. I'm the ugliest person here.
Look at that big long word. There are more letters in that word than the sentence, look at that word. What the hell could in mean? Bet it's magic, that's what that is.
Oh fresh salmon.
That building is so ornate. Man that's pretty. And yellow.
They are polite here.
Ha ha. Seagulls are so cute. I want one for a pet. Hope my kid actually catches one.
Where is the stinking reindeer on the menu? Is the word for reindeer reindeer. I bet it is something close like, reindeersuoienlieninmovi.
We need trains and busses like this back in the states.
Every block has patio seating. That's picture perfect, all those beautiful people drinking coffee in the sunshine.
They don't make eye contact here.
I'm not going back. I'll immigrate. Or defect if I have to. I'll become a defective immigrant, that's what I'll be.
Woo-hoo. Ha. She thought I was a native. I love that. I wonder what she asked me for? I should of pretended I was a native and pointed her to that magic word store.
This hotel is so coolimienin!
How the hell do I turn on the lights?
Oh it's a gay porn store. So that's what that big magic store is.
Not salmon again.
Pay to use a bathroom? Get out.
How do people not run into each other here? They are so busy avoiding anything even close to eye contact and gabbering on their Nokia's, how do they not bong into each other? Oh I will make one of them look at me, I will...."Where you been? Since yoou've been goone, seams like it's been forever bla bla bla."
When do we get too see a reindeer anyway? Elk ya. Caribou ya. Iwanna see a damn reindeer.
Anything but salmon.
Can't anyone sew some curtains in this place and block out that cursed sun? I need my sleep.
Oh yeah I like seeing new places, I just don't like getting there. So do I like traveling or not? LOOK AT ME!
*Help. Oh help. Help Help Help.
Let me eat my salmon in piece you flying rat. Shoo you retarded seagull!.
Oh those are reindeer. Dude they are big.
Why didn't I pack a stinkin snow suit.
When is breakfast I want my salmon.
How can they all sit out here in the bright sunshine drinking coffee in the glaring sunshine? They look like rows of daiseys with their faces turned up to the sun. Find some shade. For me.
That's it. My future is settled. I'm buying this place and turning it into the only pizza place for two hundred miles.
I just want to sit on a couch and watch American tv. I will not walk, bike, bus, train ride, sail or fly another place. Oh look at that pretty yellow building. I hope they have salmon there.
Bar. Bar. Bar. Bar. Bar. Bar. My hotel. My hotel bar. My hotel restaurant bar. My room. My mini bar. Ah I almost need a drink to hide the smell of all my stinking dirty laundry. Naw. I'll just wash them in the sauna.
I don't want to leave. Ever. But I gotta go now. "Hey you speak English? Know how long this salmon will keep?"
* That is the though racing through my mind when I got off the train mistakenly when heading towards the Helsinki airport with my bags and all our passports and money and I looked across the tracks and realized the rest my boys and sister had not gotton off. It was the worse case senerio. I did not know where I was, didn't speak the language, didn't know where my family was, and had a plane to catch. Pictures to follow.
4 comments:
So...eat a lot of salmon, didja? Welcome home! I cant wait to see pictures!
Excellent.
I should try salmon one of these days.
Sorry I missed your phone call. I was playing frisbee with my honey.
~Grace
Can't wait for pics either! Glad you're home..and you could NEVER be the ugliest..you are drop dead gorgeous ya silly twit..must have been all that sun in your eyes lol.
Missed you.
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