I made it to Finland with only one packing mistake: no gloves. My hosts assumed that we knew that gloves were essential all year round in Scandinavia. For this reason they had not warned us that they were a necessity, even at the height of summer. At the airport I considered stealing a pair from another passenger, but when she spotted me rummaging through her bike trunk I made an excuse and wandered off.
Separated from my hosts I came across a man holding up a hand-written cardboard sign that said “Native English speaker. First class service.” It was my friend MC offering private English lessons at the airport. He was very pleased to see me and within minutes I was recruited as the external examiner for his current client.