HELSINKI - It's been awhile, due to shoddy net access in Sweden, but there wasn't much time to post anyway. Between catching up with the ever-bubbly Swedes, going to a footie match, pounding vodka shots and, of course, eating meatballs, my five days in Stockholm felt as short as a Scandinavian night (it's only dark between 11:30pm and 2:30am, even less here in Finland).
Hard to explain the emotional gamut of seeing my best friend from Alicante, Andreas, for the first time in two years. We both have steady girlfriends now, thinking more about the future, but in a lot of ways nothing has changed. I repeatedly insulted Sweden and its funny money while drunk, he accused me of being an American in disguise, but we had a cracker of a time in the process.
Running out of time to write even though there's a lot more to say about my fist stop in Scandinavia. In Finland now, staying with another friend from the exchange, Tiina. Went swimming in a nordic lake, then did it up all Finnish-like with a half-hour in the sauna.
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