exactly one year ago i was in norway. lost in a storied scandinavian world. everything was new. glistening. the small lanes like pages in a worn book. a favorite story you want read to you every night before bed.
summertime in bergen. i stayed up past midnight watching the sun trying to sink into the sea. i stood outside on windy boat decks watching the north sea churn and froth below my feet. it was cold, but i couldn't go inside. too afraid i would miss something.
a week later my sister joined me in aalesund. we got on a roomy boat with only 4 other passengers and glided down a fjord. listening to the captain tell us stories about the brave norwegians who farmed the mountain sides a century before. growing apples and apricots. bringing livestock up on ropes. tethering their children so they wouldn't tumble into the fjords.
then we took a little coach to another larger boat that was fuller, but not crowded. we climbed aboard and sat at our own wooden table on the upper deck. wrote in our journals. ate hotdogs with crispy onions on top. while our coastal steamer glided through the deep waters.
fast forward to today. monday. overcast on a cool june morning in los angeles. and i am here. remembering last summer in norway.