Blueberry heaven and other things

Inka in a blueberry bush.

Last weekend we spent a night at our summer cottage again. This time there were only four of us, Inka, Johanna, me and Johanna's Australian friend called Rick. The blueberry season had reached its peak - there were so many berries just everywhere, just a couple of meters from our cottage as well. We picked up some and then sat on the pier, the sun was shining but it wasn't too hot. I had a coffee cup filled with blueberries and milk. It tasted like childhood summers and the atmosphere was just perfect. So relaxing, so beautiful, just like summer cottages are supposed to be.

In the evening we warmed up the sauna. During the night the lake was completely silent, no waves at all. We did pretty much the same things we always do at the cottage: go rowing in the sunrise, listen to the Beatles, take photos on the field, eat a lot. I am sorry I'm repeating myself but that's just what summer cottages are like :D


Finland is pretty awesome in the summer, don't you think?

They are delicious, healthy, and for free!

Inka and Johanna giving their best pose.

Another picture of the lake and the pier.

The Australian got all excited. "This is what I imagined Scandinavia to be like!"

So many mosquitos again :( But we are prepared!!

Inka swimming around 11PM

Johanna gave me a wild dance.

Feeling the Beatles.

Perfect moments of life :)

On the field, in a pyjama.

There were so many spider homes but no spiders... Where are they hiding??

Photo shoot.

Having some deep conversations in the morning sun.

The seagull was checking us out - maybe he thought we had some fish for him to eat for breakfast.

This photo is for Inka, since she loves clouds :D

Yesterday I ran a half marathon with my father. I was so scared since I hadn't been training enough and this was my first time running such a long distance. We drove 1,5 hours to a city called Kotka where they arranged the running event, then we ate some bananas and got ready.

The first 10 kilometres were a piece of cake, and the next 7 km still tolerable, but the last few kilometres... I've probably never been that tired. Every step I took felt so heavy, my knee was aching, and breathing was difficult. For my dad it was way too easy, he could've ran so much faster but he ran next to me the whole time. The last uphills were just pure pain. I'm sure I would've given up if my dad wasn't there, but since he was, I just couldn't stop. Running is surprisingly not just physical, but also very psychological. Giving up is just so easy, but it really takes mind power to keep on running even though you're exhausted.

My time was 2:18:01, which is not very good but not too bad either. Next time I do this I'll try to run it in less than two hours (if there ever will be a next time :D).

After the run. I look just as dead as I felt. And my dad looks just as sharp as he was.

My first medal from running! Everyone got one though, so it's not that special :D