Sunrise, Sauna & Saimaa: A Finnish Reset

Sunrise, Sauna & Saimaa: A Finnish Reset

The drama has passed—again—and, as always, nature helped me reset. A boat trip and a dip in the clean waters of Lake Saimaa did wonders yesterday.

It’s Thursday. I wake up with the first rays of morning slipping through the curtains. 

The light is bright and pure—it’s only 4:30am, but up here in the north of Europe, daybreak doesn’t wait.

By 6am, the sun is already beaming at nearly 30 degrees. I’ve meditated, done a few hours of work, and still feel like the day is just beginning.

Finland... a land of beautiful extremes:
• Extremely clean air
• Extremely calm atmosphere—especially outside the cities
Extremely kind people
• Extremely green trees that seem to whisper peace
• Extremely empty highways that invite you to just relax and drive.

Even this early in the season, the lake sits at a brisk 12°C. Perfect for a post-sauna plunge, which I enjoyed yesterday aboard my hubby’s boat.

Life here is simple. 
And right now… life is good in Finland.

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