You never really think about how daylight can mess with your head until it's around you constantly. Fortunately, I qualify this as the "good" type of messing with your head, like the flavors at our favorite Seattle ice cream shop or a non-deportation-related relocation to Finland in the space of 7 days, as opposed to the "bad" type of messing with your head, which includes navigating airline websites, or any movie by David Lynch.
Kim and I find ourselves eating dinner at 10:30 and staying up way past midnight, because we just can't fathom the idea that it can be this light out all the time and not be 5:30 in the afternoon. Our digestive tracts have no idea what to do with us.
This weekend we visited Turku, the capital of Finland when Helsinki was little more than a fishing village, and the daylight was never more evident. Incidentally, if Kim and I lived in Finland, Turku is probably where we would retire. It's all walkable, there's a river through the middle of town, a big market square, and a huge castle from the 1300s. Plus the people are bubbly by Finnish standards. We were out one evening for a drink and the bartenders, completely unsolicited, told us that the weather was going to be nice while we were there and then asked where we were from. Can you believe it? I know that may not sound very outgoing, but compared to the typical Finn, those guys may as well have stripped naked and rattled off their full medical histories.
Here is a picture of the Cathedral in Turku. The time on the clock tower is approaching 10:30. I want you to understand that it is 10:30 pm:
Weird, huh? Here's another shot that same night, around midnight, as you can tell by the clock:
I don't know how people convince their bodies that it's time to sleep. I guess they invest in good curtains, or something.
I would definitely go back to Turku, but maybe next time during the Medieval Market, which is supposed to be a big deal, especially for recovering Renaissance Festival attendees, like myself. Here are a few more photos from Turku, to end this on the proper Huzzah:
Yes, the hats were "meant" for kids. I apologize for nothing.