midsummer in finland

You can call me superstitious but I am completely sure that midsummer night is magic. When we sat on granite outcrop on little island by the Baltic sea and watched the flames of a bonfire, everything felt exactly as it should be and I was in total peace with myself and the universe. (For some reason I can't say the same for the following morning but luckily the feeling appeared again some time after late lunch.) 
I can hardly note a thing I dislike about Finland (or Estonia for that matter, for I was feeling equally happy there few days earlier) and it is actually no news that I wouldn't mind at all if someone offered me a job up there and asked me to move at once. If only their wonderful languages would be a bit more comprehensible to my Slavic mind...