When Mr. Al and I begin an adventure, we like to pick a word as the armature for our mindset. Meaning…what do we want to focus on, what do we want to experience, how do we want to feel each day. For several adventures, the word(s) was “Easy Peasy.” On this adventure, we wanted to Up the Ante…Anti? (Not sure how to spell that, sorry, linguists and all literately astute individuals.) Anyway, the word we’re going with for this adventure is “Delight.” We are focusing on things, experiences, conversations, etc. that delight us.
And it’s been…well…delightful…
Of course shit happens. We’re traveling, after all.
We get jet lag, we wake up at ungodly hours and can’t sleep, and the 9 hour plane ride over to Norway was….shall we just say we had to dig deep to be delighted? But we dug and we discovered much delight. Like…I got to watch the movie MamaMia again and discovered that Pierce Bronson actually can sing when you’ve had more than one glass of wine.
So here we are, in a delightful hotel room in Oslo, after having spent the whole day in the National Gallery, drinking in the art.
I am so grateful that Mr. Al loves to check out the paintings as much as I do. He goes for the design and color and interpretation. I love that, too, but I also love walking up close and seeing how the artist actually painted the painting…what colors went on top of others, where the strokes were bold, where they were refined, how some angles were sharp, others softened…the blending of light and shadow. And how delightful you are allowed to use your camera, now. I can now take a close up of hands, or lips or an eye so I can use the Masters to teach me when I am painting hands, lips and eyes. Delightful.
And then we realized we’d not eaten all day. Oops. So we had dinner at 4pm with the theater crowd (first of three theater crowd rush hours) in a restaurant called LOVE. We dined for two hours, then walked the streets of Oslo before returning to our room.
Tomorrow, we go see the Viking Long Boat museum and then take a 7-hour train journey to the coastal town of Bergen where our ship is docked, waiting for us.
I leave you now with some randomness from our day….Enjoy and have a delight-filled day, peeps. Will check in soon….
Chronicles of Cammy, my Fool's Journey and Travelogue 
gorgeous, thanks for sharing!
Thanks so much for bringing me along! Looks like you didn’t get to spend time at the Vigeland sculpture park, but I hope you two loved your journey through fijord country as much as I did. It’s been more than 50 years, and it’s still as vivid as when I was there!
We were so close to that park, yet didn’t realize it…how the fates weave…today was lovely and will be posting. I can see how it would still be vivid after 50 years.