For my third and final post about Norway, I’ve decided to just throw a ton of photos at you. If I haven’t said it already, Norway might be the most beautiful place I’ve ever been. Plus, the cities are nice and the people are friendly. If you are considering going to Norway, I strongly suggest you do it.
As I mentioned in my last post, Norway is an important place for me. Although I am not 100 percent Norwegian (or even close to it), it is the part of my heritage I identify with most — likely because my last name is Norwegian and I grew up in Minnesota, where some 850,000 people are reported to have Norwegian heritage and you can buy lutefisk at the grocery store. While we didn’t have many Norwegian traditions, remnants of the old country did surface occasionally: My grandfather, Owen, and his cousin, Norin, would routinely recite the Lord’s Prayer in Norwegian before meals, and everyone on my dad’s side of the family loses their minds if you forget the lefse at Christmas (myself included).
After we decided to move to Paris, I was determined to get to Norway within the year. Norway is an important place for me. Like many Minnesotans, I have some Norwegian heritage. While part of the trip would be exploring where that part of my family came from (which I’ll get to in a later post), we also wanted to see as much of the country’s natural beauty as possible. And attempting to see the Northern Lights was at the top of the list, which meant heading above the Arctic Circle.