But. Back to my calling. The open sky. The open road. The open world. (Or at least when you have your Russian visa). However, je divague.
Preface: I'm going to Russia with Misha, Evin, and.... Alex. If he was here. He didn't get his visa in time and is stuck in New York. I am on Spring Break and finally free... for two weeks.
I'm in Finland on my 3-4 hour layover. If there ever was a perfect place, an Aryan utopia, this might be it. The airport is spotless. The architecture has sharp and beautiful angles. The couches are either dirty white, off white, or beige (as Evin insists). The landscape is flat, though picturesque. This big building is near empty. (Helsinki only has half a million people). There is no music playing. No loudspeaker. There is stoic silence that adds to the chic nature of the women walking around with thick black sunglasses, Longchamp bags, and delicate Finnish speech. There is an accuracy in every angle and the color scheme could not be more spot on.
If people think Scandinavia is the ideal, I can see why. Everyone is just beautiful, well dressed, and has a sense of color in their design and clothing.
Even the off white (beige?!?) couches match the landscape.
Excuse me while I got pour perfume on myself at a duty free shop. I need to shower.
