And suddenly I´m home.
Another exciting big outing is done and I´m richer by various new encounters and events. I have witnessed with my own eyes the existence of two new countries. (If you think about it, nothing can really exist untill you see it for yourself.) I have met people, good and bad, some of which I will alway remember and feel sorry for not having them in my everyday life. Once again I have re-established the fact that in every country people are the same, with same needs and wants. I´m improving at seeing people as caring individuals rather than as a crowd of strangers.
Whoever it was who said that life is a book and those who don´t travel read only one page is right. And why would you not want to read more, learn more, see how other people live in faraway countries? In Greece I learned to relax and go with the nature. In Bulgaria I enjoyed extreme kindness and hospitality. In Hungary I discovered how easily you can connect with people from all over the world. In England... well, they´re always jolly good fellows and polite, too.
At home you sometimes fall into being frustrated as you´re countrymen are predictable and ordinary. But for somebody we are foreigners and we might cause confusion or delight. Little by little I'm starting to appreciate being Finnish even though all that many foreigners know about us is the long winter and (consequently) high suicide rates.
Finns are alright. Every nation is, even though sometimes we don´t get their ways. If you just meet enough people you´ll know that they are still as good as we are. Once you discover that muslims are not just a bunch of fundamentalists, southeuropeans can speak fluent English etc, the world feels like a more pleasant place to live.
