May I share with you some thoughts about my visit to this country? It is MAGNIFICENT. It awed me and then effortlessly outdid itself and awed me again at least a dozen times. I loved being there and especially being there with ones that were dear to me.
|Fam + flag= fabulous|
|VIKINGS, or as the natives sometimes said WIKINGS|
|Love is light|
|Hahaha, we kind of continue the red and blue pattern. Folk life then and now.|
|Mum. What an incredible woman.|
|Iconic Norwegian Waffles|
This hike included traipsing along stone-slab built staircases, a meadow of spiderweb strewn grass shimmering with dew, lake pocketed expanses of rock to get to the destination: a 604 meter (1,982 foot) cliff overlooking the Lysefjorden. I loved the hike, though I must admit, as one who is extremely wary of heights due to an inexplicably deep fear of falling from them, the idea of coming to the edge generously gave me some apprehension. When we arrived, mist and clouds swirled over the fjord and just beyond the cliff and this obscurity somehow provided me the gumption to approach the edge.
And you know what, dear reader? I did it. I came to the edge. And I kind of loved it. I sat there, feeling fear and yet not being overwhelmed with it like I had before. Swinging my legs over the edge and experiencing the view from that edge was remarkable. Exhilarating. Serene. I became audacious enough to go back when the skies had cleared spend some more time at the edge, this time seeing exactly what was there. Still the same incredible feeling, yet perhaps with a greater dose of the precariousness of my perch. I love the clarity and courage I felt there. I felt deeply grateful such a place existed and that I experience it.
Feeling renewed, we headed back down the trail and took time to admire tiny frogs and tadpoles surrounding the lakes we'd passed earlier...and then diving into the lake to join them. Wonderfully cold. So wonderfully cold.
|One side of Låtefossen|
We then made our way to Bergen, a completely different feel than quiet and quaint Odda. Bergen is a little more ostentatious than the other sites we visited, and it has every reason to be with Grieg's home and composition in its vicinity, a bustling seaside market with buildings several hundreds of years old, vantage points with sweeping views of the harbor, and an impressive collection of trolls kept within a forest. It is also home to a nocturnal bird with one of the eeriest calls I have ever heard. It added to the mystery of the place, upping the suspense by several points. (I feel that I must add at least one piece by Grieg to complete this post. He deeply appreciated music, and composed some incredible pieces, and they may deserve their own post soon. Until then, this piano piece will suffice.)
|Bergen Harbors Stellar Nightlights|
|The Land of Hobbits, Trolls, Fairies, and possibly Robin Hood|
As our time in Norway tapered off, we spent a day on the water in a guided kayaking tour. That perspective and the rhythm of paddling in the water and feeling so small shouldered by huge cliffs on either side and a broad stretch of water between them brought back more exhilaration and serenity. The water was so cold and clear, the green of the trees so bright and vivacious, and the sky wonderfully blue. It was glorious.
|Another Waterfall; Just Norway Being Cool Again|
|Sverd i fjell|
Go North, young man. Norway harbors adventure, clarity, beauty, and much more for you.