Meeting You There: Norway

Added on by Erinn Springer.

The next few weeks will make up a series of adventures to friends in far cities. The Northern lights of Norway commenced the November excursions. Meet the Måøfamily and a see a little Norway through the eyes of a fjord foreigner.

 

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Hei Hei! Can I ask you a question?! ...do you favourite animals?  

Hei Hei! Can I ask you a question?! ...do you favourite animals?

 

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For Halloween weekend, Maria and I took a bus to Hønefoss, a small town Northwest of Oslo. The bus ride to and from Oslo was one of the most beautiful rides I've ever been on. I've always loved road trips, buses, trains, really anything with a view. The rides never seem quite long enough. The rhythm of the ground below is so lulling and it transforms us into such thoughtful beings. The ride gave us a lot of time to reflect on our days as 'youngens' in Wisconsin. Days prior, we pulled out Maria’s yearbook from her year at Colfax High...I wondered, did I write in this!? I MUST have...Surely, a couple of flips later, we found a full page of sharpie signed with an E. We were amazed by how long it had been since we had seen each other and we were in awe of the littlest things.. All that we remembered, and all that we had forgotten. It’s incredible how when two people click, the click never goes away. One of the last scribbles read, "I WILL come to Norway," and what do you know, there we were, "cozy," - to use the favorite word of the Scandinavians - on her bed, among the trees of of Nesodden, 5 years later. 

For Halloween weekend, Maria and I took a bus to Hønefoss, a small town Northwest of Oslo. The bus ride to and from Oslo was one of the most beautiful rides I've ever been on. I've always loved road trips, buses, trains, really anything with a view. The rides never seem quite long enough. The rhythm of the ground below is so lulling and it transforms us into such thoughtful beings. The ride gave us a lot of time to reflect on our days as 'youngens' in Wisconsin. Days prior, we pulled out Maria’s yearbook from her year at Colfax High...I wondered, did I write in this!? I MUST have...Surely, a couple of flips later, we found a full page of sharpie signed with an E. We were amazed by how long it had been since we had seen each other and we were in awe of the littlest things.. All that we remembered, and all that we had forgotten. It’s incredible how when two people click, the click never goes away. One of the last scribbles read, "I WILL come to Norway," and what do you know, there we were, "cozy," - to use the favorite word of the Scandinavians - on her bed, among the trees of of Nesodden, 5 years later. 

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25 exposures - my "northern lights" of Norway.

25 exposures - my "northern lights" of Norway.

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En route to Oslo - The air, the water, the earth, the everything. I was reminded of the first time I was introduced to the word Fernweh, the most perfect German word I've ever heard - "An ache for distance." 

En route to Oslo - The air, the water, the earth, the everything. I was reminded of the first time I was introduced to the word Fernweh, the most perfect German word I've ever heard - "An ache for distance." 

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This happens to be the Maoy's sailboat cabin. That happens to be the crowned-prince of Norway. 

This happens to be the Maoy's sailboat cabin. That happens to be the crowned-prince of Norway. 

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On the last night, Jan, Maria and I walked to their sailboat on the Oslofjord. Midway down the 'miles' of staircase, we paused to take in the hazy sunset, setting an indigo blanket over the sea. Oslo was just sparkles in the distance and I wanted nothing more than to be exactly where I was. And there it was again, that feeling. That feeling of wanting to be so saturated with an experience the point where I’d drip onto the rocks below, generate new clusters of fresh moss, and fossilize my 20-year-old self there on the shore. It means more than I can ever say, to hold close bonds with such special people like the Måøys. Who knows where we'll be when we reunite again, hopefully the years shorten in between, but whatever the case, it will be equally as special with even more love and stories to share. It's friends like them that remind me how sincerely excited I am for the momentum of life, and there’s nothing quite like the reminder of such love as the setting of the sky over the stillness of the sea. 

On the last night, Jan, Maria and I walked to their sailboat on the Oslofjord. Midway down the 'miles' of staircase, we paused to take in the hazy sunset, setting an indigo blanket over the sea. Oslo was just sparkles in the distance and I wanted nothing more than to be exactly where I was. And there it was again, that feeling. That feeling of wanting to be so saturated with an experience the point where I’d drip onto the rocks below, generate new clusters of fresh moss, and fossilize my 20-year-old self there on the shore. It means more than I can ever say, to hold close bonds with such special people like the Måøys. Who knows where we'll be when we reunite again, hopefully the years shorten in between, but whatever the case, it will be equally as special with even more love and stories to share. It's friends like them that remind me how sincerely excited I am for the momentum of life, and there’s nothing quite like the reminder of such love as the setting of the sky over the stillness of the sea.