Heading towards the sun ☀️

People, people, people. We are heading south. 7 degrees is nice and all, but we've had enough of the constant rain.

Goodbye Norway. I'll see you again when I'm 64 and retired, wearing thick socks in this shitty weather, drinking 12 glasses of red wine and reading a book.

Don't get me wrong, we're doing well. We're mostly happy and enjoying the togetherness, fresh air, and breathtaking landscape. But with a child and a camper, it's even better when the sun is shining. And why are we so wonderfully mobile if we don't make the most of it for the three of us?!

And we're like: Yeah, but not so much and for so long.

We made the decision to change course together at the beautiful beach of the Arctic Surf Camp. 

We drove from the last place and originally planned to stay for a night. But then we kept going. We ended up in Svolvær, on a nice little spot right by the water.

The camping attendant there aptly said: "on the Lofoten you can have 4 seasons in just one day". He was right. That night, there was fresh snow on the neighboring peak.

We quickly gobbled up some pasta with ready-made sauce, slept for 10 hours, and continued.

We're getting a lot of sleep at the moment. My parents and Lotte are probably laughing their heads off, but we're often in bed before 10 PM. Usually, we read a few pages (thanks to Ronja for the fantastic reading material!) and then we sleep.

But there's no quietly taking the child and going out for a walk so the other can sleep in.

By the time we've pried Henry out of bed and dressed him, the whole campsite is usually awake. Yes, quiet parents were given a loud child. Thank you very much - to whoever - for this beautiful, constantly challenging task. We will grow through it. All three of us.

But I'm drifting off.

From Svolvaer, we'll continue the next day and go back to the Norwegian mainland to Evenskjer. It feels strange to leave the Lofoten so soon, and we doubt our decision one last time. No way. No back and forth. Time to move on.

On the drive to Evenskjer, we have fantastic weather and even better mountain panoramas. So we made the right choice. The child is sleeping, the parents are listening to mixed hack and laughing. "If you're a breech birth, coming into the world with your butt first, you briefly wear your mother as a hat."

Finally a sunny day. The campsite is also very well equipped. We're right next to a beach with lots of seashells, looking at the water and the mountains in the background.

Of course, we wash a load of laundry and air out the beds.

Henry is running around the meadow, the beach, the water, and trying to ride a tricycle for the first time. Legs too short, legs too short.

We go to bed happily and ignore the heavy rain that immediately starts. It continues all day, as we make our way to Lapland.

Annika