Viking Attitude
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.
Let’s Go
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.
At the Opera House in Bergen, Norway
A stroll in Bergen
Shopping in Stockholm
On the way to the Moderna Museet in Stockholm
On a ferry in Vestlandet
On the fjord ferry.
With family in Stavanger, Norway
A walk in Bergen, Norway
Shopping in Reykjavik, Iceland
Armed with her Stockholm Card.
On the way to Fotografiska.
Subway station photo bomb.
On the way.
Hotorget Flea Market
City Food Market
The Royal Palace
On the Flambana in Norway
She does have quiet moments of self reflection, albeit few and far between and usually after extensive shopping or while jet lagged.
DK Department Store – Stockholm
One of twenty H&M’s in Stockholm
Jet lagged at the Blue Lagoon in Iceland
At the Moderna Museet in Stockholm
Wet Bottom.
With Olav, Wendi’s Viking Friend.
On the ferry in Stockholm
She did take time for a little work.
Gamla Stan, Stockholm
At Skudeneshavn, Norway
Haugesund, Norway
Rosendal, Norway
That’s all for now.
That’s All Folks.
See you soon.
