The Long Way Home: A Dramatic Monologue From the Driverâs Seat of My Own Sanity March 28, 2026 I wake up in Bergen for the last time on this trip, staring at the ceiling like it personally betrayed me by allowing morning to happen. My legs still ache from the hike up FlĂžyen, my soul is...
Lost, Found, and Mildly Fermented in Bergen: Day Two of My Chaotic Norwegian Pilgrimage I wake up in Bergen on my second day, disoriented in that special way that only happens when you fall asleep in a foreign city after a day of questionable decisions and too much fresh air. The light...
The Rainy, Colorful, FjordâWrapped Gem of Norway Itâs Day 13, and I wake up in Bergen to the soothing sound of⊠rain. Of course itâs rain. This is Bergen â the city that treats precipitation like a personality trait. I pull back the curtains and see a soft gray sky, mist hanging low over...
A Snowy, Slushy, Scenic Saga Iâm Living Through Right Now Itâs March in Norway â that magical time of year when the calendar insists itâs spring, but the weather is still very much in its âcharacterâbuildingâ phase. Iâm sitting in my car in Oslo, windshield wipers squeaking across a thin...
I walked into Vigeland Sculpture Park expecting a peaceful morning stroll. You know â trees, birds, maybe a statue or two of someone looking noble and Scandinavian. Instead, I found myself faceâtoâface with a bronze baby having a meltdown so dramatic it could win an Oscar. Welcome to...
I woke up in Copenhagen with that familiar roadâtrip feeling: excitement, mild confusion about what day it is, and the sudden realization that I had to pack everything I had explosively unpacked in my hotel room. After one last look at the canal â sparkling smugly, as if to say, âYouâll...
I woke up in the Copenhagen Marriott feeling like a completely upgraded version of myself â the kind of person who sleeps deeply, wakes up refreshed, and briefly believes they could run a marathon before remembering they get winded climbing stairs. The canal outside my window shimmered in...
Leaving Hamburg Thereâs a particular kind of quiet that settles over Hamburg in the early morning â not silence, exactly, but a softness, like the city is still deciding what kind of day it wants to be. When I stepped outside that morning, the air had that crisp northern edge, cool enough...