Being sick in Finland is not like being sick anywhere else. I'm living in a 1st world country, one of the nicest places to live in the world. Yet I can't but toilet paper/tissues that don't feel like sandpaper. Why is this? Everything here is fucking recycled. Everything. I couldn't buy cold meds because I didn't speak the language, and after someone told me what to buy I still couldn't buy them because I couldn't find an open apoptek. Why? Because its Finland, and things close for fun.
Luckily, I have a Latvian friend who speaks Finnish and could tell me how to make the instant potatoes I bought. I still had to wing it because everything here is measured in metric, and I have no metric measuring utensils. Why? Because I can't fucking figure out where to buy them. I would literally kill for a Target. I live next to the biggest shopping center in Finland and can't buy measuring cups. Or scissors. Not, I can't find a pair that aren't ridiculously expensive, I CAN'T FUCKING FIND ANY.
On the upside, the street musicians here make me happy. There is a hobo band, comprised of a trumpet player, 2 accordionists, and what appears to be a mandolin with too many strings. They are awesome. I walk by them almost every day to go to class. At the end of the semester I'm going to through like 10e in the hat for always making me smile. My favorite is when the trumpet player plays "When The Saints Go Marching In" and the others play "Let It Be". Its special.
One another front, what all do you want from Finland? Ash, I know what I'm getting you, I just need your t-shirt size. Nickie, I know you want a bust of Lenin paperweight. What about the others? I can also probably score something from Cairo as well.