To state the obvious I am now in Norway. The country my ancestors left in a huff over something or the other. Our languages, Icelandic and Norwegian, are so related that if the two coupled had a baby language together it would be incest. Having never learned Norwegian I can still read most things in print here and understand them. I also thought I understood everything spoken but soon found out this was a misconception. Something I believed to be a joke about tax credits turned out to be something completely unrelated. Wishful thinking I guess.
The faces on the street are familiar, something I do not experience in the other Nordic countries. Weird how DNA does not change much in hundreds upon hundreds of years. To make me feel even more at home, the fish here is just as good as in Iceland. Personally, if Iceland shuts up shop I could easily live here.
The winter that has passed the south of Iceland this time around is in Norway. White snow, crisp air – makes even a vertigo sufferer like myself want to strap on skis and hurdle down a hill.
The only thong is that it is pretty expensive here - when I pack for a trip to Norway I double check to see if I forgot anything. Should one forget toothpaste I have a sinking feeling that it would be cheaper to have a cavity fixed when back home than buying toothpaste in Oslo. Well, almost.
Til next time
Yrsa - Wednesday