As warm and sunny the previous days of our journey had been, as cold and rainy was it on the morning of the 6th. Being that it was Finland, I wasn’t really surprised especially because I had checked the weather report a few days before.
After dropping of ‘s child at the kindergarten and buying some food, the master of bread made a “tomato cheese pie”, which wasn’t a pie but delicious nonetheless.
And while the meat for lunch was cooking, and I were taught how to play “Mölkky”.
In this game, you have 12 wooden logs with numbers, and one without. The numbered ones are placed on the floor, and then you have to try to hit them by throwing the additional one. If you hit a single log, you get as many points as the number on it shows. If you hit more than one, you get as many points as you hit logs. If you miss three times in a row, you lose.
Players take turns, and the logs are placed upright again in the spot where they landed after being hit, leading to them being spread out more and more. The goal is to reach exactly 50 points before anyone else does. But watch out! If you go above 50, you fall back to 25.
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both won and lost, I always placed second. My hand-eye coordination isn’t the best.
Then we had lunch, and later a berry cake (which was to die for), and even later that evening crackers with cheese, followed by chocolate and, for everyone but me, salmiakki (Finnish licorice).
As a German, who generally eats 3 times a day, the frequency of meals baffled me. But the food was way too good to stop eating. As I am writing this, I’m already dreading weighing myself back at home.