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"father, I learnt his name, and it's Love!"
The original plan for yesterday/today was that we drive to our summer cottage to leave our stuff there, and wash a few carpets while we're at it - then we go see Turandot, after which we get back to the cottage, stay the night (GRILL SAUSAGES AND GO TO SAUNA), and leave some time during the next day. That's pretty much what did happen, eventually, but...
We left in our (actually, my sister's, but she's in Iceland for the summer and needed the better car) lovely garbage car around midday. We drove twenty to thirty kilometres, when suddenly a terrible stink filled the car. Thinking it was the car ahead us, we drove on until the car STARTED PUSHING SMOKE, at which point we drove to the side and called dad, who generously came with... well. It's car-shaped. At least it's got four tires. At least it MOVES. Anyway. He trailed us back home.
Which much difficulty, we managed to rent a car, and off we got, again. Mom had problems with the car's powerful brakes (if she'd pushed all the way down the car would've got on its back. I swear). We got to the cottage early enough, but we'd left the carpets home, there wouldn't have been time for them.
We got to Savonlinna in time, nothing spectacular happened there. (Wait, there was something with cheesecake and tea refillings... the café we visited before the opera was a disaster house.)
Opera was as operas are - pretty to the eye, occasionally pleasant-sounding (the choirs in the first act were gorgeous) and with plot (PWP, rather) I wanted to rewrite and characters I wanted to hang before the performance was in the middle.
After the opera, around midnight, we went to eat. Searching for a place to eat in was a fiasco in its own way, but in the end we found a place with passable vegetarian food. A very drunken man came to the porch and started roaring to his cellphone about "how fucking drunk he is" and "how he is not in a bar, but in a restaurant and hell, where's the goddamn ashtray?" and such. I had mango sorbet and vanilla ice cream with chocolate (not-chocolate. nougat. something) sauce. 'twas nice.
There was something big and black, cloud-like in the sky when we left the restaurant, and we joked that it was our rental car, finishing what our garbage car had started - when we got to the car a fire truck, a police car and an ambulance hurried past us. There was a fire, after all.
The first thing in the morning we did was have a sauna, after which we left. Ahh.
We left in our (actually, my sister's, but she's in Iceland for the summer and needed the better car) lovely garbage car around midday. We drove twenty to thirty kilometres, when suddenly a terrible stink filled the car. Thinking it was the car ahead us, we drove on until the car STARTED PUSHING SMOKE, at which point we drove to the side and called dad, who generously came with... well. It's car-shaped. At least it's got four tires. At least it MOVES. Anyway. He trailed us back home.
Which much difficulty, we managed to rent a car, and off we got, again. Mom had problems with the car's powerful brakes (if she'd pushed all the way down the car would've got on its back. I swear). We got to the cottage early enough, but we'd left the carpets home, there wouldn't have been time for them.
We got to Savonlinna in time, nothing spectacular happened there. (Wait, there was something with cheesecake and tea refillings... the café we visited before the opera was a disaster house.)
Opera was as operas are - pretty to the eye, occasionally pleasant-sounding (the choirs in the first act were gorgeous) and with plot (PWP, rather) I wanted to rewrite and characters I wanted to hang before the performance was in the middle.
After the opera, around midnight, we went to eat. Searching for a place to eat in was a fiasco in its own way, but in the end we found a place with passable vegetarian food. A very drunken man came to the porch and started roaring to his cellphone about "how fucking drunk he is" and "how he is not in a bar, but in a restaurant and hell, where's the goddamn ashtray?" and such. I had mango sorbet and vanilla ice cream with chocolate (not-chocolate. nougat. something) sauce. 'twas nice.
There was something big and black, cloud-like in the sky when we left the restaurant, and we joked that it was our rental car, finishing what our garbage car had started - when we got to the car a fire truck, a police car and an ambulance hurried past us. There was a fire, after all.
The first thing in the morning we did was have a sauna, after which we left. Ahh.