Sauna

After a summer of drifting slowly from one event to another, groups of days becoming a new time unit unto themselves, it's hard to get to grips with the idea of doing more than one thing in a day, day after day. It's been an exciting acceleration in pace, requiring some keen time keeping an organisation, which I've stumbled at more than once. As a result, I've had to buy myself a real life diary, which makes me feel strangely grown up. A lot of things have been slowly contributing to that feeling recently.

Anyway...If you didn't already know, Turku is part of an archipelago of islands, one of the closest being Ruissalo. It's so close it looks like you're crossing a river when you go over the bridge to get to it. Scott, Noora, Mira and I all headed off, with a bunch of other people, all sausages and marshmallows in hand. We we could not have had a more glorious day. A long wooded walk, sun shining through the trees, until we reached the sea. After a short break on the rocks, we headed back to the other side of the island where I am proud to say that I got in a sauna. It was definitely an experience - it was so hot. Apparently the one we were in was between 80-100 degrees celsius, the steam was so hot and sharp, like breathing boiling air. So after I had withstood all that I could, I went outside where there is a little board walk with stairs at the end dipping down into the water. Floating around in the cool water was definitely more my style. And so the way you do it is hop in and out between the hot and cold - duno why, but I like it. Then we barbecued sausages and enjoyed the moment. There really aren't enough adjectives to describe that day properly.