Helsinki #8. Writing at the kitchen table.

The title of this post contains pretty much all there is to say about this day. It was rainy outside so I decided not to leave to Lapland yet. Anna-Sofia left me with all conveniences, which I really appreciated. Fortunately I was able to express my gratitude by going to the supermarket, where I found some German chocolate as a symbolic gift and tomatoes from Spain and Finland. I had to make a picture of those, because the make an interesting comparison. The Spanish ones were 1.90€ a kilo, the Finnish 3.40€. Later I learned the energy involved in glasshouse farming in Finland is even more than a truck ride from the far south of the continent requires.

I also tuned the guitar, first according to my own stubborn idea that all strings hat to be a quart apart, resulting in an E-A-D-G-C-F tuning which exists but is quite uncommon. After a glance in the Magic Box we call computer I got it and tuned a proper E-A-D-G-B-E. Unfortunately I had rehearsed my ‘happy birthday’ in the other tuning, and couldn’t really make the transformation. By the way, Anna-Sofia just got 28.

I produced a few pages for my novel at the kitchen table, and was really content in the evening. I was happy I was able to spend another night with my incredibly friendly host.

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