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Posted on August 8, 2012 by Isabella Cecconi

So here I am, jumping like a frog from hot sauna into a icy-cold lake, feeling the skin at ease and the blood pumping. Seeing the light twenty for seven, feeling that summer is really endless here (while it’s on, of course, if not it’s twenty four seven of dark). Mother Russia is few kilometers away and you can feel it in all the weird accent Finnish people have when they speak or the perfect flavoured vodka they drink. This is Finland, the land of Santa Claus and of Sauna, as you wish, the land of lakes and deers, Nokia and Alvar Alto. Design is everywhere, so neat and precise like a Scandinavian nation. Meatballs looks like those at Ikea but are delicious and true in their taste. It’s hard wearing a jumper and jacket in summer, but this Nordic sun is a pleasure to stare at. Kids swim in giant lakes with their bikes left with no locks. Nobody steals here. And then, the best thing: silence is sovereign. The less you speak the more Finnish you are. Heading north today, up on those marvellous roads. Adventure awaits. My Saab too.