You know that famous premise which says that the universe will provide you just the thing where your thoughts and wishes are focused on? Some say that there might be something in it, just not in the way one would expect.

Lena had a dream. A very vivid, very strong, and above all a very passionate dream of getting herself a pure-blooded Norweigan. You know the type – tall, blond, strong, with piercing blue eyes, wide shoulders, and irresistible smile. A true Scandinavian treasure, the Viking which will knock her off her feet.

There was just one small problem – Lena lived in Poland and true to be told there weren`t many Norwegian men out there or any roaring Vikings for that matter. So she decided to be practical and do the only reasonable thing she could, to pack her bags and hit the fjords. And she did. Lena found herself a job, a place to live, and a good dictionary which thought her those three sweet little words of declaring her everlasting love – Jeg elsker deg.

Norway was beyond beautiful. It was stunning. In her first six months there, Lena was awed by the incredible beauty on almost every step. And we`re not talking just about that fascinating nature. The men there were truly gorgeous. There was just one thing that was bothering her. Lena was a little homesick. She missed her family, her friends, the familiar smells of her hometown… Even the pierogi she was making in her home did not taste as they should. But she had a mission, a reason why she came there in the first place – to fall in love with her own Viking.

And it finally happened. One Saturday morning Lena decided to hit the market. She had no particular plan, just to buy some food for the weekend, maybe have a cup of coffee and then get back come. And there she saw him, right in front of her favorite fruit stand – tall, blond, broad-shouldered, and completely irresistible. That was him. She simply knew it. Lena approached him a little closer, pretending to check out the fresh-looking apples and not him. At one moment, he turned around and dazzled her with a kind smile. And walked away.

Did she follow him? No. She was better than that. You can not catch a Viking prey by stalking. Oh, no, you have to tempt him to come to you. Everyone knew that. So the next Saturday morning, Lena put in some extra effort. She did her hair, chose more attractive clothes – nothing fancy, just a little more appealing which could tempt his beautiful eyes. And bam! He did notice her. After her polite nod over the apple section, Lena started a conversation with those few sentences she managed to learn well. He replied and that was it. She got him interested. The weekend after, Lena saw the guy on the market looking for her. So she invited him for a cup of coffee. There she introduced herself and got lost in those immensely deep blue eyes.

Did they make it? Oh, yeah. They are actually living together for a year now. Lena could not be happier. But there was just one catch. It turned out that her stunning Norwegian Viking wasn`t Norwegian at all. In fact, his name was Jakub – an exquisite example of a Polish genetic pool. Yup, Jakub was a very kind, very nice, and a really stunning Polish guy who moved there a couple of years ago.

It seems that her burning desire to find the love of her life wrapped in a really appealing original Scandinavian package was distracted by her heart yearning for home. And she found it, that perfect combo which made her soul sing.

The moral of the story? Your heart knows where it feels at home. And it will lead you exactly where you want to be.

Because you deserve it, vol. 197.

Btw, Lasse exists just to distract you.