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Turku day 2
An uneventful day, really. I guess I'll take this time to talk to you about Aave, who is visiting us while we're in Turku. We all got up really late (including Aave, who got up around the same time that we did) and proceeded to lounge around for most of the day. It takes her about forty-five minutes to get from her house (which is on an island!) to the main area of Turku, which is where our hotel is. So in that 45 minutes, Zae and I decided to go have lunch.
Today was our first experience with an entirely Finnish menu, so we started small: pizza! Can't go wrong with that, right? I got salami, while she got the Margherita; it wasn't that hard to order, only to eat. Finns, like Italians I might add, don't cut their pizzas into slices for you, nor are you supposed to actually eat it with your hands. Not that we ever cut it into tiny pieces like we were supposed to. No, we just cut it into slices ourselves and then picked it up. Totally American of us, but hey, I think we're allowed a few of our native tendencies. After that, we went back to the hotel, where we found Aave waiting for us! All three of us weren't feeling our best today, so we mostly sat around and talked (and giggled) until it was time for dinner. Today, we tried the hotel restaurant -- I kid you not, we have had two hotel Italian restaurants in a row.
There's some sort of secret to getting the check handed to you in a timely manner. One which we haven't exactly figured out yet. We keep getting stuck at the table for well over an hour, hoping that a waitress passing by will notice our sad looks and figure out that we need to check. Unfortunately, this hasn't worked yet; Aave missed the bus home (we think, she MIGHT have gotten home okay but DON'T WORRY because if she did, she went to her mom's house) and we were all pretty cranky after sitting there for almost three hours. FINALLY we managed to get one of the ladies to give us our bill and we trundled back up to the room for a few more minutes with Aave before she had to leave.
Right now I'm suffering from a bit of a case of insomnia; the beds here are harder than I'm used to, and after waking up with my ribs aching I think I'm going to try and live off of as little sleep as possible. I'm also kind of suffering a bit of Oberlin homesickness. Not that I don't love being here -- the people are so friendly, the scenery is gorgeous, and there's something about being in a country that, in a sliver of history, is easily older than yours that moves you. But I do miss my friends, my boyfriend, my theater production team. Heck, I even miss the kids on my hall in Dascomb (an RA is allowed to miss their residents okay). The people here are so quiet; Oberlin is always loud and full of ideas. And while sure, Finland may beat Oberlin in a politeness competition, I'm pretty sure that Oberlin's design students are just as talented as the people who won the World Design Competition. I guess traveling is about finding out where you fit in, just like college is. And now that I've found my home -- lord knows, it took me long enough to find it in the first place, and an entire year to realize that's what it actually was -- I don't really want to leave it.
Blah blah I want to go back to Oberlin. Where my homies are at.
Losing my sweatshirt makes me feel a little bit like I've lost some sense of security. I know that's silly, but there it is.
Today was our first experience with an entirely Finnish menu, so we started small: pizza! Can't go wrong with that, right? I got salami, while she got the Margherita; it wasn't that hard to order, only to eat. Finns, like Italians I might add, don't cut their pizzas into slices for you, nor are you supposed to actually eat it with your hands. Not that we ever cut it into tiny pieces like we were supposed to. No, we just cut it into slices ourselves and then picked it up. Totally American of us, but hey, I think we're allowed a few of our native tendencies. After that, we went back to the hotel, where we found Aave waiting for us! All three of us weren't feeling our best today, so we mostly sat around and talked (and giggled) until it was time for dinner. Today, we tried the hotel restaurant -- I kid you not, we have had two hotel Italian restaurants in a row.
There's some sort of secret to getting the check handed to you in a timely manner. One which we haven't exactly figured out yet. We keep getting stuck at the table for well over an hour, hoping that a waitress passing by will notice our sad looks and figure out that we need to check. Unfortunately, this hasn't worked yet; Aave missed the bus home (we think, she MIGHT have gotten home okay but DON'T WORRY because if she did, she went to her mom's house) and we were all pretty cranky after sitting there for almost three hours. FINALLY we managed to get one of the ladies to give us our bill and we trundled back up to the room for a few more minutes with Aave before she had to leave.
Right now I'm suffering from a bit of a case of insomnia; the beds here are harder than I'm used to, and after waking up with my ribs aching I think I'm going to try and live off of as little sleep as possible. I'm also kind of suffering a bit of Oberlin homesickness. Not that I don't love being here -- the people are so friendly, the scenery is gorgeous, and there's something about being in a country that, in a sliver of history, is easily older than yours that moves you. But I do miss my friends, my boyfriend, my theater production team. Heck, I even miss the kids on my hall in Dascomb (an RA is allowed to miss their residents okay). The people here are so quiet; Oberlin is always loud and full of ideas. And while sure, Finland may beat Oberlin in a politeness competition, I'm pretty sure that Oberlin's design students are just as talented as the people who won the World Design Competition. I guess traveling is about finding out where you fit in, just like college is. And now that I've found my home -- lord knows, it took me long enough to find it in the first place, and an entire year to realize that's what it actually was -- I don't really want to leave it.
Blah blah I want to go back to Oberlin. Where my homies are at.
Losing my sweatshirt makes me feel a little bit like I've lost some sense of security. I know that's silly, but there it is.