Chillin' in Trondheim, Norway (Day One)

As I descended into Norway, I was honestly speechless for words about the kind of beauty before me. The snow covered trees looked like they were sketched in charcoal set against the wondrous mountains and rolling white hills. And it was all lit up with the soft glow of the setting sun.

Below is a quick shot of the airpot, but it still managed to be a beautiful picture!!!

Straight away from the airport, Sonja and I went grocery shopping for some local goodies:

This cart thingy really amused me...ha. 

But enough of carts. The show stopper in Norway is most definitely the snow. ALL AROUND. EVERYWHERE. I felt like I was in...heaven? The North Pole? This California girl has never seen a proper blanket of snow. Now, I think I am truly in love with it. 

 

My cute friend, Sonja! 

I chilled in Trondheim in two ways the first day: 

1. I took the morning to sleep in and lounge in Sonja's super warm and super nice apartment.

2. I walked outside and truly understood the notion of freezing one's ass off. 

A glimpse out of the bedroom window in the morning:

Sonja's pig radio that I dubbed Sir Francis Bacon. And honestly, Sonja's apartment is something straight out of IKEA: 

Norwegian apartments are as adorable as the people. There is simply too much adorable going on!

I asked Sonja (only half-jokingly) if I could live in her living room. But really. Can I, Sonja? 

I eventually peeled myself off of the couch to take a stroll outside...

That night, we went to a fancy hotel dinner close to the town center. 

To wrap up this first post, there was something quite special I found about being in Norway. Something I didn't expect. I spend so much time talking about my Turkish roots here, that I've neglected talking about my Scandinavian side. It's mostly because I don't know much about it, other than I have ancestors that lived both in Sweden and Finland...

Walking around Norway, I realized that I look immensely Scandinavian. I can't tell you the amount of times people talked Norwegian to me straight away, and it really made me smile. I thought to myself, "I found my people!" Which, of course, is a silly American thing to think (we're always talking about where our ancestors are from). Still, I felt it in my veins and it's undoubtedly cool to see where your family line stemmed from.

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Of course, my next post on Norway has the best pictures. I just had to split it up because I took so many! Just know you are in for a treat next time *wink*