Return to Europe

The last time I was in Europe was a mixed bag of fun, emotions, difficult times, and great friends.  I was a 21-year-old junior in college.  It was very lonely at times.  I went to Norway to study in a non-school sponsored program.  So I knew no one at the University of Bergen.  But I met some great people that continue to be friends to this day.  We quickly formed a tight group, and did just about everything together.  Including some travel outside of Norway...

with Silke in Oslo
Julebord (a Christmas dinner party) (and apparently one of the only occasions that called for make-up)

My childhood friend, Maria

London, take 1


The Louvre '03


Happy girl

Stefanie, my closest friend in Europe
Being hilarious at the Little Mermaid in Denmark
 
Friend-Thanksgiving, Norway-style

My friends, and an awesome poster for The Pelican Brief.  That movie lives on forever in communal kitchen  5-D.



But like I said, it was a mixed bag.  It was part-school, part-travel, and all-poverty all the time.  Norway is an expensive country.  I went there because I have family in Norway, and I lived there as a child for a couple years.  We were pretty poor then too, so I guess I should have seen that coming.  But that's a topic for another post.
The ski jumps in Lillehammer - just down the street from my home in 1987-89.

The point of this post is that, for me, Europe has a weird history.  So I am all the more excited to go back, because this time I know will be really great.  This time we have an adequate supply of funds, we've researched where to go, thing to see, and modes of transportation (as opposed to just showing up and asking "Hey, how do you people get around here? And by the way, where should I go?"). 

So away we go...

Hold on young lady!