My home country Finland is known for its ‘thousands of lakes,’ the exact number of which is 187,888, its outstanding design and fully paid war reparations to the then Soviet Union after two wars during World War II.
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And Now, Almunecar…
by Marianne Lindahl •
It’s so nice to be back in Almunecar again, after five months in the northern hemisphere.
Stockholm Revisited
by Marianne Lindahl •
we made a wonderful trip to our beloved Stockholm at the end of July. This is part of a private Swedish/Finnish cultural exchange programme with a Swedish couple whom we met in Almuñecar more than 12 years ago.
A Hopefully Happy New Year
by Marianne Lindahl •
The Christmas festivities started in unusually warm and sunny weather. We Nordics have had cosy celebrations with glögg parties, meeting friends and enjoying mulled wine and ginger cookies.
Back
by Marianne Lindahl •
Flying is becoming a terrible ordeal. I don’t know whether this statement stems from advanced age or the fact that flying today really is one of the most terrible ordeals you can imagine.
Autumn Thoughts
by Marianne Lindahl •
It’s soothing to think of these practical, everyday chores, when the world is in turmoil. The refugee situation gets worse every day.
Easy Opening That Isn’t
by Marianne Lindahl •
Have you ever gone completely mad over a tin of sardines that should be easy to open by just winding up the lid… but it doesn’t happen like that!
Midsummer News
by Marianne Lindahl •
In Finland we have seen a lot of rain lately. Summer just won’t arrive in the Nordic countries.
Highlights in the Winter Cold
by Marianne Lindahl •
February on our tropical coast has been exceptionally cold and windy this year. But we are lucky to enjoy festivities and delicious seasonal dishes to chase away winter depression.
A Nordic Happy New Year
by Marianne Lindahl •
After two weeks with us, she seems adapted to our way of life. She knows what the word “nej” (no!) and kom! (come!) means. She is 2 ½ months old now, and looks like a miniature polar bear. And the “calling cards” in our big kitchen becomes fewer every day.