Picture for you Jean!
The warp and weft of those few days in Finland were woven together with the threads of my past students and their families and life experiences and pride in their country. The egalitarian nature of the country keeps the selvedges even. Like the Finns themselves, the traditional textiles mind their own business and smile gently.
Rauno sniffed and wanted to play with the mints.
I braced myself for the bloody worse each time.
I was travelling with my red security blanket and Henri's Mom checked out my selvedges to see if they were clean. (not)
A moose suddenly poked his head in an open window to check out the weave structure....
Between bites of moose sausage and spoonfuls of salmon chowder and sips of "yellow wine" I tried to keep a polite conversation going while being engrossed in the book.