A Little Bergen Summary

I was only in Bergen for four full days, but I managed to pack quite a bit into those days. Seeing all my friends was long overdue, it was comforting and made me happy to spend time with them again. I also got to spend time with family and got to take a trip with Karoline to the stable. Although being extremely sleep deprived yet still waking up at 6.45 in the morning, every morning, feeling like I had been hit by a truck (why is that?!), I had the most special time in my little city. Bergen somehow always changes yet always is the same when coming back. It gives a feeling of solidarity, the changes are never too big. Although I'm not planning on moving back to Bergen at the moment I can't quite let go either. I appreciate the Bergenites need for tradition and perseverance more than ever. It used to be annoying while living there, but now I appreciate that my little city never really changes even though it got it's first Starbucks not too long ago and now there is two. The roles of the people, the spirit, the passion for the football team, the many wooden houses and traditions hasn't changed, even a little.

I was pretty good at remembering to bring my camera everywhere. I actually often forget, but this time I couldn't rely on Ken or anything so I just had to. Thankfully I have many cosy pictures that I will appreciate in the future too now and I get to make semi-decent blog posts with snippets from my life and vision.