A few short days ago in this space, I wrote that I was not a travel blogger. I still don’t think I am, but today’s 31-day challenge post is especially late for travel-related reasons.
BV and I are currently trying to figure out the best course of action for our summer holiday, which this year will be in Norway. He has worked out a spreadsheet that calculated the cost for us to drive there, versus flying and renting a car on arrival. I had been operating under the assumption that we wanted to drive, and would bring camping equipment along, hopefully enabling us to keep the costs of notoriously expensive Scandinavia down. Turns out, according to his calculations, that for us to fly and rent would be marginally more expensive, but would avoid the headache and possible murders that might occur on a 24-hour drive. Drive, not drives plus breaks.
That led into a debate about what kind of camping gear we could bring along for the cost of an extra suitcase, which led to me googling if we could rent camping equipment (not so much), which led to me learning that most campgrounds have small cabins for rent, with varying levels of comfort. Open fire seems to be a no-go in a lot of places, so there went my ideas of grilling supermarket sausages over a campfire, which were a childhood camping trip staple.
I reported my findings at that stage to BV, who is taking a well-earned break from spreadsheets, and the next step was to check out what the AirBnb options might be. That’s looking pretty good but as I scrolled across the map, I realized that we really have no idea what we want to do on this excursion.
This confuses me. I’m not the best planner in the world, but I should have an idea of what I want to do there, right?
To clarify, I grew up in a family that is more or less, half Norwegian. My maternal great-grandmother, Olga, was the daughter of Norwegian immigrants. When they arrived in the U.S., they settled on a farm in western Wisconsin, in an area full of Norwegians and other Scandinavians. They spoke Norwegian at home, and she was in touch with cousins and relatives in the “old country” for most of her life. She even went there in the ’70s, making her one of the only members of my family to travel abroad for non-military related reasons. Possibly the only one to do so, now that I think about it.
She lived into her 90s, and we spent lots of time with her when we were kids. I always loved visiting her apartment filled with funny Norwegian trolls, and a mountainous landscape painting on the wall. She had the traditional dress, was a member of the Daughters of Norway in Milwaukee, we had lefse at every holiday meal, and she painted beautiful rosemaling. She even knew my dad was a keeper when my mom brought him to meet her and he happily ate lutefisk. Oddly, I look quite like her, which means I have an idea what I’m going to look like in my old age.
So now I sit here wondering why, when after spending my entire life hearing about this place, these traditions, wanting to go and see it myself, I have no idea what to do there. Apparently I didn’t ask specifics? Uff da, younger Heather, what were you thinking?
I’ll end today’s post with a plea… if anyone has some must-dos (or definitely do not dos!) please drop me a comment!! And though I have done exactly zero sponsored posts in the pasts, I would happily change that if anyone has a sweet place for us to stay and review. Will shill for travel for Scandinavian prices.
Editor’s Note: This is part of a 31-day challenge series for the month of May, in which I aim to spend at least 15 minutes writing about whatever strikes my fancy. Results may vary.