Winging it

"How to write something catchy, witty and existentially interesting.." - I don't have a clue at the moment, that's why I'm just writing about what I've been through today.

Winging it. What does it mean? In my case it means 'not taking life too seriously'. When I realized it's Sunday and the last bus departed two hours earlier than thought I had to revamp my brain into 'winging it' mode. See, I was at our summer house and it's not the most central part of Finland.

An hour later waiting for the next ferry I know how to make great schnaps, liqueur and Calvados after talking with an old sailor who claims that the best rhum origins from the Caribbean. Turns out that the reason why he became a hobby botanist is that he couldn't stand the taste of vodka, so he wanted to alter it with natural herbs.

Later on I got a ride from a friend who I thought was in the area, but he drove 30km and he threw me to Turku in a Subaru going about 120mph (about 192km/h) on the freeway.

After a few detours I'm on a train towards Helsinki with one couple reading aloud from a book in Finglish, a few kids training for 100m Olympics on the 2nd floor and a baby crying her socks off. Did I mention I'm still jet lagged from a three week vacation in California that I got back from this Tuesday?

Finding a place to sleep in Helsinki has been organized too, but it might be that I won't get too much sleep before take off to Spain tomorrow morning.

'Winging it' is a profession to master at any age. You just go with it. Life is good. In-joy!