Four weeks ago, I had a look at the family calendar for the rest of the year and had to stifle a small scream. There were very few weeks left when the husband wasn’t booked to shoot a wedding and the only free ones happened to fall during Maia’s school year. So far, we’ve had no problem with her missing a few days of school to join us on our travels, but things will change this year. It will be a tough year for her and the one thing we don’t want to do is make her miss schooldays when it can be avoided.
So I panicked and went over the last five months of the year, day by day, trying to find a gap when we could get away together. I had been dreaming about going back to Paris for a few weeks and this year’s trip was looking very unlikely. Then we managed to find a few free days. Four days, to be precise. And so the planning started.
We quickly realised that spending four days in a busy city, much as we love Paris, wasn’t going to do any good to our already frazzled nerves. We needed to unplug, go back to basics, the children needed to run around free and get dirty without having to worry about ruining their clothes. That’s how Paris was discarded (I’m still secretly hoping we’ll manage a quick getaway there somehow) and Norway showed up on our radar.
Both my husband and I have been dreaming of visiting a Scandinavian country for many years but, the truth is, flights so far north are expensive and we only travel because we do it on a shoestring. No luxury flights or hotels for us. We use low-cost airlines (even though I detest them) and find accommodation through AirBnB. Well, it just so happened that flights to Oslo were not expensive for the few free days we had and finding a cabin through AirBnB was, as always, fun and easy.
I’ll leave you with a few photos from my Instagram feed for now. There’s a lot we enjoyed during those short four days but I’ll share them with you in another post. Now excuse me while I nurse my post-holiday blues with an extra-strong coffee.