This little kiosk in the centre of Tromsø was originally built in 1911, by the eighteen year old Marit Løkke. Nowadays it’s called «Raketten» – the rocket, because of its onion shaped roof. Tromsø is known as the Arctic Paris. I’ve been told it’s because the density of bars and cafes versus citizens is the same here as in the original Paris. Raketten is the tiniest bar town and one of the oldest.
How wonderful it is to be back, catching huge snow flakes on my eyelashes, getting a glimpse of the northern lights at night time, traveling across the border to Russia for pelmeni… The head image was shot from the top of the stairs of Nikels Cultural Palace.
Life has been running nonstop since I got home from vacation. We celebrated the 75th anniversary of the region where I live as being freed from nazi-occupation. That was last week. Huge celebration. King Harald and several ministers were in attendance in Kirkenes:
And my mom ❤
She’s visiting now.
She told me this joke today:
The child turned out to be allergic to the cat. We had to give it out for adoption. Then try again. All children can’t be allergic to cats!
Have a nice day 😉
I’m trying to enjoy the cold.
It’s kind of working!
I’m inspired to continue, and found some other cool stuff to try.
I paid 100 dollar to develop 24 pictures yesterday. I assure you it was the last time I brought films to a developer in Oslo.
But I can enjoy the feeling of holding the following picture in my hand when the chocolate abstinence kicks in. Yeah.
On the bright side – if I don’t tell anyone, nobody will yell at me….
I’ve had the best weekend, out with the nature, playing in the snow… learning carving and cross-country skiing 😮 (I’m so proud of myself!) The sun was shining brightly. So much fun! It was great and added a whole new dimension, or perspective, to winter.
And I’m drowning in studies. But how’s your life? Feel free to share anything 😉
This is the first time I’m trying to blog from my phone. Because my mac is of course resting in Oslo while I’m conquering the Norwegian wilderness…
It’s said that Norwegians are born with skis on their feet. Are you watching the world championship in skiing (happening right now)? I am not, but I’m sure contestens from Norway are proving the saying true.
More about my personal skiing adventures tomorrow 😉
Forgetting to leave the bus at the right stop is my speciality. Sometimes it’s an adventure. Like today: the sun was shining and I was in no hurry (until my fingers and toes started to hurt that is). Happy Winter Wednesday, everyone 😉
I have to constantly remind myself that winter is ‘not that bad’. Never mind that I haven’t seen the sun for at least a week – lots of white looks cool on pictures. It doesn’t matter that my feet are constantly wet and cold, because I get to switch shoes often. Waiting for the bus, that’s always delayed because of the weather, gives me time to think. And all that.
But it’s when I see children sliding down snowy hills I really start appreciating this season 🙂