From Finland
Dear Julia,
thank for your interest! Your story and how you learn new skills today added how you made your website are so inspirational. Unfortunately, I find it difficult to write a story, but I got an idea. So here the story is:
I’m a 45-year-old from Kuopio, born and raised here in the heart of Northern Savo, where the lakes reflect the sky and the forests whisper our history. For me, sauna isn’t just a room or a habit—it’s like breathing, something so deep in my bones I can’t imagine life without it. It’s been part of me since I was a kid, sitting on the wooden benches in my mummo’s old wood-fired sauna down by the lake, the kind that smells of birch and smoke and feels like it’s hugging you tight.

Sauna is where I find my calm. After a long day—maybe I’ve been at the office or out fixing something on the land—the heat just melts the weight off my shoulders. You step in, and the world outside fades. The hiss of water on the stones, the way the steam rises and wraps around you, it’s like the forest itself is breathing with you. I use a *vihta*, always, those birch branches we tie together in summer. The smell when you slap it on your skin, it’s like bringing the woods inside. It’s not just about getting clean; it’s about feeling alive, scrubbing away the stress, the cold, the noise in your head.

It’s also where I connect. With my kids, who’ve learned to love the heat as much as I do, or with my mates when we sit there, towels on, maybe a beer in hand, talking about life or just sitting quiet. No one’s pretending in the sauna—you’re all just people, raw and real. My husband and I, we’ve had our best talks there, no phones, no distractions, just us and the warmth. And growing up, it was where my dad taught me about hard work and resilience, not with words but with the way he’d sit there, steady, letting the heat do its work.

Here in Kuopio, with our long winters, sauna is a lifeline. When it’s -20°C and the dark feels like it’s swallowing you, that little wooden room is a fire in your soul. It’s where I go to think, to pray in my own way, to feel like I’m part of this land. We’ve got a small sauna at home, but I still love the old lakeside one at my parents’ place—wood-fired, creaky, perfect. It’s where we celebrated my daughter’s birth, where we toasted my brother’s wedding, where we sat in silence after my grandfather passed. Sauna holds all those moments.

I’d say sauna is what keeps me grounded, keeps me Finnish. Without it, I’d be half a person, missing that warmth that’s not just in my body but in my heart. It’s home, plain and simple.

Written by artificial intelligence Grok Android 1.0.30
Checked and approved by Susanna
I think this story is pretty good and it is all I can give you at the moment. Grok made it very quickly.
Warm regards
Susanna from Finland