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My Travels to Scandinavia
A journey inside myself.
All of Scandinavia enchants me, at the beginning of my travels to this Nordic area, without even knowing why. There was something inside me always talking, from “deja vu” to “a problem happened to me here” or “that’s why I like it simple”, and much more.
I remember my first trip to Scandinavia. I traveled from London (at that time I was studying there) by train with a prearranged itinerary London-Helsinki, valid for 2 months. It was an inexpensive way for young people to travel around Europe. So, as soon as my boyfriend and I finished university classes, we organized our trip and left London for Belgium, Holland, Germany, Denmark, Sweden and Finland.
Well, perhaps the correct thing is to mention the capital cities, as the journeys we made were always to get to the capital of the country. So, the first leg was London-Brussels, very long indeed because it is done by train, boat, and train again, crossing the English Channel, and very often with delays.
The Belgian capital, for some reason, has never thrilled me. Notice I don’t say “never liked it.” Objectively it is a nice city, but my soul is never in Brussels when my physical body must be there. It leaves me cold, emotionless; I feel nothing. I have been subsequently on several occasions and the feeling is always the same: coldness, indifference…
