In Finnish, I’ve only begun
My family recently had the distinct honor of hosting a young exchange student from Finland for a year. Edvin, age 17, came to us on a brilliant August day, after a long plane ride from Helsinki and an even longer bus ride from New York City to our home in Maine. Tall, blond, and blue-eyed, he struck me as the stereotypical Finn. His transition to life in America – where helanguage high school in Helsinki. No one who didn’t know better would ever mistake him for a foreigner.
