Vaasa: Poetry in motion

It's been way too long and I promised I'd post about the cruise and blah blah blah blah blah and everyone's forgotten about my blog now anyway, so I guess I can do whatever I want. In 3 parts, I think.

Part 1: So, if you believe the rumors (and I know I do, even though I should probably know better), my biological grandfather was a sailor, and therefore I am entitled to run around and say things like "THE SEA IS IN MY BLOOD" and "THE OCEAN RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS" and "THERE ARE LARGE QUALITIES OF SALTWATER IN MY ARTERIES" etc etc.

JUST LOOK AT IT

There's no proof or anything to back up this heritage claim o' mine, but I'm convinced it's true, because why else would I be so fond of staring at boat wakes?

This is seriously what I do every time I'm on a boat (provided I'm awake enough; I think I get a pass for the time I fainted in a Wal-Mart and then was on a ferry five hours after my party with all the EMTs), and the cruise was no exception. I stare down at the foamsplosion (DID I MENTION THAT I AM A POET) until my neck hurts, and it's not good for me, ergonomically speaking. But I'm a sailor, so I will do what I want and then die of peglegs or something someday.

Part 2: In Finnish class, we've been inexplicably reading a lot of articles about the relationships between men and women (almost all of which make sweeping generalizations about men and women, which is extremely frustrating, especially as there's not a lot I can do to express myself properly in Finnish). Somehow as a result of this plus our lesson on adjectives, we ended up writing poems in small groups. I don't have mine, but the point is that it was about Michael Fassbender and George Clooney and why they are komea and tyylikäs, respectively. Oh baby oh baby.

I bet you thought I was kidding, too.

Part 3: I am a big proponent of Creamsicles, mostly because I'm hoping that if I pretend to be some huge vocal supporter of them right now, maybe they'll bring back those limited edition Orange Cream Pop-Tarts, which I thought were delicious.

Finland, however, goes one better: it has Tiger flavored ice cream.

Tiikeri ice cream tastes like someone ate a Creamsicle and then said, "You know what would be great? If this were actually delicious." But they said it in Finnish, and then, boom! TIIKERI FOR ERRYONE!

Except not everyone. Just me, because I bought it and I am in Finland.

Uhhhhh this post needs more pictures and then I'll leave you alone for a while. This is, for those of you keeping track at home, my last week in Vaasa before heading out for a week of supporting Helsinki's tourism industry and then heading on over to wherever I feel like because I'm unemployed and out of school and I can do what I want and I really am quite lightheaded right now so have some pictures.

That time I looked up from the foamsplosion for like five seconds.

We learned that every period was Alvar Aalto's blue period.

Disneyland Finland has the creepiest rides.

Do not be fooled. This goat only likes to play games with people's hearts, and no, I don't want to talk about it.

-Spinat. Is it the same in English?
-Spinach, yeah?
-I don't know. The Popeye stuff.