That's where I'm headed in approximately six hours!
I'm such a worrier, I get this unshakeable feeling of uneasy anticipation in the hours ahead of a trip to somewhere I've never been... the older you get, the more you replay unlikely and scary scenarios in your head. What if the left falangee on the plane isn't working? What if I get robbed and I have no money and no identification and no phone and no friends and no idea where I am? What if it's really, really cold and I can't have fun because I'm succumbing to frostbite? The scenarios get stupider and stupider -- What if I can't find free Wi-fi anywhere? What if I eat too many pastries, I can't fit into my clothes at the end of the trip?
Anyway, I'm sure my fears will be allayed once the first pastry is spotted.
Earlier, I said to Loretta, "We have to eat reindeer in Helsinki." She replied, "Will Santa get mad?"
Images: here, here and here.
It may be just me, but I think reindeer meat taste something like chicken liver~
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