An Unexpected Routing

I stood on the curb outside of the airport trying to figure out the Uber map. I wanted to be sure the driver would be able to pick me up, as many airports have dedicated zones. The map said something about meeting the driver in the parking area, but I just saw a big road […]

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The Devil Went Down to Norway

Walking idly through the Norsk Folkemuseum I paused in front of a small unremarkable farmhouse standing in a quiet green glade, set well back from the walking path. I thought I heard the faint sound of music playing. When I came to the Norsk Folkesmuseum this afternoon I found it to be a lot like […]

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It’s Pronounced Munch, Not Munch

They have a museum dedicated to the man. Edvard Munch has such an outsized influence as an artist here that they have a museum entirely built around his works. And it boggles the mind. I had thought that the collection in Bergen was impressive, but that collection is relatively insignificant in comparison. It is almost […]

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A Day On A Train

The couple sitting across from me on the Flåmsbana was from Minnesota, and the wife was of Norwegian descent. It took almost all of my willpower to not make a reference to Rose Nylund. They wore broad cheerful smiles and spoke excitedly of the things they had seen during their time here, including a visit […]

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In Which I Rush the Morning

The morning sun greeted me with warmth and joy. I haven’t seen the sun since I landed in Norway, and the weather forecast was for another day of rain so this was a glorious surprise. I hurried quickly out into the brisk morning, the town still wet from yesterday’s rain. My hours remaining in Bergen […]

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