I don’t like cold weather. When I was younger, I remember my sister and my dad going outside to make a snowman and having fun, and afterwards they came inside and had some hot cocoa (with whipped cream, ofcourse) to warm up again. I just skipped the whole snowy experience and enjoyed my hot chocolate whilst reading a nice book, and being warm inside. If you told me then that I would voluntarily go to a place where it is -25°C (= -13°F), that I would actually be super excited to go there, I would have laughed in your face.
But I did. Our last summer was incredibly hot. It had been 40 °C (=104 °F) for weeks and I work in a place with no air conditioning. Everyone was fed up with it and was looking for ways to get cold. As always, I was thinking about going on a trip and I wanted to plan our next vacation. I started looking for places where it would be cold, even though we weren’t planning on going away again that summer. Just thinking about cold places made me feel better, somehow. And that’s when I found Lapland.
The pictures I saw of Lapland were absolutely gorgeous. Talk about a winter wonderland! Snow and trees as far as you could look. Peace and quiet. The activities you could do there also sounded absolutely amazing. Staying in a wooden cabin in the middle of nowhere. Go on a tour on a husky sled. See the northern lights. Sauna, Jacuzzi. I was sold. Lapland it was!
It took me some time to convince Boyfriend that we had to go there as soon as possible, and it took some saving, but we went there and it was so amazing. And, honestly… not even that cold…
Wanderlust Wonderland 