From Christmas through New Year, Neal and Danny joined me in Oslo! The holidays are for family, right? The boys flew in from Montreal, while I took the train from Bergen. A reporter from Bergens Tidende newspaper interviewed me, and now I am famous!
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| "Shall meet my son who comes from the USA" |
We stayed at the Comfort Hotel Grand Central, right in the central train station. Every tram, every metro meets there. Breakfast included! Oslo had no snow, except for a couple of big piles for kids to play on. The temperature hovered around freezing, and Neal and Danny thought they could wear t-shirts in that warmth. (Vermont is way below freezing with many snowstorms right now.)
Neal and Danny arrived sans luggage. Don't you love airline travel in winter? But t-shirts were not warm enough, as you know. We went to dinner at Cafe Cathedral. I had moose stew, which was yummy. Danny had pizza, while Neal had reindeer. Reindeer at Christmas? Did they make sure his nose wasn't red?
On the Friday, we went looking for a sweater or something warm that was not tourist priced. I remembered Aker Brygge being a good shopping area. Not any more! Just restaurants and pubs. We spotted the carousel and headed for the Christmas Market. Found Norwegian-made things. Neal got a warm wool sweater, Danny got wool socks, and I got a blanket for keeping warm on the chair in the hotel room. So nice.
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| Neal's new sweater (with receipt for the airline) |
The Paradox Museum was our first stop in the tourist category. It was a total blast! So many optical illusions!
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| Comfy couch. But what are my legs doing over there? |
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| Danny, and Danny, and Danny, and... |
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| Wait! Where's Neal's body? |
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| They have shrinking machines here |
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| How did Neal and Danny do this? |
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| Turn this sideways and it looks like Neal's standing in an Escher painting! |
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| Walking down Karl Johann's street |
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| Standing on the Oslo Opera House with the Sunken Ship sculpture |
Right outside the hotel entrance was a food court, and it was open, even though it was romjul (the space between Christmas and New Years). We sat at a sushi place where individual dishes are transported past you, and you grab what you want. The dishes were color-coded so that they could charge you the right amount at the end. Then we walked over to the neighboring place which sold Italian desserts. What a great end for the day!
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