I was raised in a heavily-dominated Norwegian community, many of whose residents were first and second generation Norwegians whose parents and grandparents came to North Dakota as homesteaders. The culture was known to me through many of my friends and the community at large. Syttende Mai was a big deal in Williston. The bank held an open house with free coffee and cookies to celebrate Norway’s Constitution. They had Norwegian folk dancers and everyone came to celebrate.
Yet in all of our travels, we had yet to set foot on what my friend, Craig Hagen, humorously refers to as the Holy Land. Now we have. Oslo, the 1,000-year-old capital, is an easy three-hour flight from Rome, and because our favorite economy airline with an affordable business class, Norwegian Air, has a direct flight here and then a direct flight to Florida, it was a natural three-day weekend on our way home from Italy.
Our hotel, the Best Western Karl Johan (a Norwegian king) was right in the thick of things and an easy walk to the wharf. The neighborhood has a plethora of restaurants (no lutefisk or lefse on the menu! Uffd!) and a lovely park and is home to Parliament and the HOHO stops here. A perfect spot for a weekend with little on the agenda accept taking it all in.
And we took it all in all day and all night because the sun barely goes down now at this latitude at the shortest time of the year. With three large windows in our hotel suite, even with curtains, the 3:30 a.m. light coaxed me out of bed. Tomorrow we head back to Florida after our three-week sojourn to Stockholm, Cefalù, Cagliari and Oslo. We are richer for the experience.
Please enjoy our images of Oslo!
SCENES IN THE OSLO FJORD