Loviisa

When scissors met Ipa

kaisaloviisa — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 13:28:38 +0000

“Why do we have to sit so close to each other…”

Ipa making a move.

Pumba…

…or Ipa?

Masterpiece!

I still have a lot to cut off!

kaisaloviisa — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 16:29:49 +0000

The sleeping seal.

I should have named her Yoda.

Rome

kaisaloviisa — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 12:15:20 +0000

First of many posts about Rome.Do not post pictures of food when you are hungry… Taken in a restaurant on Via Merulana.

Naumachia ristorante, Via Celimontana 7

A flowershop in the corner of Via Celimontana and Via dei Santissimi Quattro.

Il Colosseo

Umberto I, King of Italy, burried in Pantheon

Monument to Pius VIII in St. Peter’s Basilica

St. Peter’s Basilica

kaisaloviisa — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 12:02:15 +0000

Taking care of the cutest French Bulldog on the planet (Doris does not approve of this).

Save a life

kaisaloviisa — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 14:20:47 +0000

Two little perros from Málaga. Abandoned dogs that I adopted through Espanjankoirat.
Doris
Born 10.3.2009
Arrived in Finland 5.5.2010

Ipa
Born 1.8.2010
Arrived in Finland 18.9.2011

kaisaloviisa — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 16:55:41 +0000

Louvre, Paris
22.10.2011

kaisaloviisa — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 16:28:48 +0000

Rue Maurice Utrillo, Paris
22.10.2011

L’Épiphanie Francaise en Finlande

kaisaloviisa — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 13:32:21 +0000

Last Sunday my French exchange student wanted to celebrate Epiphany in the French way. How do they do it?

First, you put someone under the table (French, they are mad).
After the lucky person is settled under the table you cut the cake, La Galette des Rois. The one under the table decides who gets which piece without seeing the slices. It could be easier, like, to go to another room or close your eyes but hey, sitting under the table is as good.

I heard someone say something about the cake not looking and tasting the same it was supposed but I though it was sooooo good!

Une fève is hidden in la galette. Translation for that would be broad bean, or härkäpapu in Finnish. I don’t know whether there was an actual broad bean in the cake in the olden days but now a little toy of some sort is put in to it.

The one who gets la fève gets also a crown. In these poor, un-Frenchy Finnish circumstances the crown looked like this.

The one with the crown gets to be the king for the day. Unfortunately I didn’t get the crown so I have to hold on to my 8 year old memories with my fève and my crown – at least until next Epiphany.

The evening ended with Latvian pancakes, Nutella and boiled condensed milk. Food, I love you.