I’ve wandered through Scandinavia like a bit player in the Norse Sagas, those timeless myths filled with blood, battles and debauchery. Only my voyage consists of beer, buses and bargain basements. Maybe not as dangerous but just as exhausting. At this point in the trip I’m downright tuckered out. I have been trudging around after Wendi as she’s pillaged her way through Iceland, Norway and Sweden for weeks. I’m always a couple steps slow and a few beats behind like a bass player that can’t catch up to the rest of the band. It seems she is always looking back at me with that “will you hurry up” look on her face.
And hats! What’s with the hats? Every silly hat from Reykjavik to Stockholm has magically ended up on her head, coupled with a goofy grin. She doesn’t want to bring them home so, I suppose, that’s good.
Regardless of her proclivity for wacky chapeaus, Wendi’s enthusiasm is undeniable. She is clearly a woman on the move.
She does have quiet moments of self reflection, albeit few and far between and usually after extensive shopping or while jet lagged.
She did take time for a little work.
That’s all for now.
Dear Friends,
We enjoyed the beautiful pictures from Iceland and Scandinavia. We wish you good memories from Northern Europe and their typical houses, culture, landscapes.
Your Anneke en Jan
I thoroughly enjoyed joining you and Wendi on this journey–you made me giggle, smile and ooh & ah over the breathtaking scenery, amazing architecture and of course the shopping. Thanks for taking me along. Hope to see you both when I’m in OR this fall. Dian
I just loved all of these. every.single.one. BIG HUG.
Great Stuff… Makes me very jealous!
I’m quite late, but an excellent pictorial Bruce. I must admit that my favorites, thus far are That’s all folks and See you soon…and with that, I’ll see you soon (sort of) for Auerbach and the boys. ;>)