Chapter 1: Little girl from Brooklyn, New York, comes all the way to Bergen, Norway to visit her friend, Rebecca. Immediately after the plane lands, she goes on her first Norwegian hike.
They do simple things together...Sunday walks in spring skirts,
strolls by the harbor in silent rain...the kind of rain drops that fall but never soak through clothing,
Chapter 2: To the Fjord.
And old, wooden doors are delightfully poetic. Especially ones that when open, are most inviting, and when closed, are quite fearful to the passerby.
Chapter 2: To the Fjord.
And old, wooden doors are delightfully poetic. Especially ones that when open, are most inviting, and when closed, are quite fearful to the passerby.
But white, wooden fences on the other hand, are always gentle and do not hide anything dark within themselves.
Chapter 3: Grieg
It's good to spend some time with Grieg. After all, he was a rather short man, and had a certain kind of inspirational philosophy to life.
Chapter 4: More mountains
They have found the children's corner at the local art museum. Complete with gigantic, red pillows! Perfect for taking a little rest before the mass begins.
Chapter 6: The Preparation
Chapter 6: The Preparation
Mourning can only last so long, and Saturday is filled with the preparation. Preparation for something big.
An explosion of joy occurred on Sunday. It turned out that this Jesus everyone talked about was no longer dead. Well, this changes everything, doesn't it?
And who has met more beautiful people? Surely they can't be found in New York.
But the little girl from Brooklyn disagreed, and had to return to the rustle and bustle of angry people and honking horns. Norway misses her. But her friend from Bergen misses her even more. But I know she will return. After all, who could leave Norway and never return? Surely not I.
But the little girl from Brooklyn disagreed, and had to return to the rustle and bustle of angry people and honking horns. Norway misses her. But her friend from Bergen misses her even more. But I know she will return. After all, who could leave Norway and never return? Surely not I.