A true Finnish summer means roaring bonfires, wood-heated saunas, alcohol and delicious, hot smoked salmon.
A mist floats over a lake bordered by lodgepole pines, towering spruces and birch trees dotted with young leaves. I can see my breath. I have on a sweater, a quilted jacket and a wool hat and scarf. A bonfire is crackling nearby for added warmth; it’s past midnight and the sun has just dipped into the lake, leaving behind twilight. The sun will rise again in a mere two hours. It’s summertime in Finland...http://nyti.ms/MFNvGg