A blast from the past – this blog was supposed to cover our trips current and past. I never seem to get around to the latter but made an effort with this one – a week in Finnish Lapland, just before Christmas six years ago. Son was old enough to fully take part in all the snowy activities we had lined up but young enough to still be in awe of Father Christmas – the best of both worlds.
We travelled to what they say is the last wilderness in Europe and the legendary home of Santa Claus. Meeting him here was a dream come true for Son, however that is not the only reason to visit this beautiful region. Tons of snow, actually crossing the Arctic Circle, the chance to see the Northern Lights…. and that’s just for starters.
Husband and I had been wowed by Lapland a few years prior. We had two skiing holidays here before Son was born and we always wanted to return. So we came back for a week in December, just before Christmas with excitement at fever pitch levels. Long, dark days with just a couple of hours of daylight, this eerie twilight cast an even more magical spell over this snow covered world.
Needless to say, every minute of this holiday was a highlight, but when pushed to pick a few of our favourite things we were all in agreement.
First up the snow. Snow everywhere, coming from the UK we rarely get powdery, soft and fluffy snow in abundance which stays around. It was just glorious. We played for hours having snowball fights, making snow angels, building snowmen and then sledging. Son thoroughly approved of a sledge as his new method of getting around.
A trip across a frozen lake in a sled pulled by six energetic and lively husky dogs was just spellbinding. Thawing out afterwards in a traditional kota with tea and sausages cooked on an open fire was the perfect end to the day.
We all loved our snowmobile ride through an icy forest at sunset – 2.30 pm. Son rode in a covered sledge, we rode the snowmobile amid the most amazing views and a superb sunset. The whole experience was exhilarating and warming up afterwards at a reindeer farm was a big hit too.
Meeting Santa Claus in his traditional homeland for Son was unforgettable. We probably loved the whole experience just as much as him if truth be told. We saw the great man twice – once in his secret hideaway deep in the forest and then afterwards at the Santa Park in Rovaniemi – a touristy experience but fun and magical nonetheless.
This was a holiday with a difference. Son still talks about it despite the fact Santa no longer calls at our house. He would go back in a heartbeat and frequently tells us this. But then so would we….