If only every random meeting in the forest resulted in staying in huge, ancient farmhouses in the Swiss countryside, eating incredible food and spending the days walking to castles and taking boats across Lake Lucerne. The world would be a different place. I consider myself unbelievably lucky.
I will elaborate on this later. With glorious pictures.
For now, it’s worth mentioning that I AM IN SCANDINAVIA. Suddenly, after almost a month of linguistic confusion, my obscure skills are the most useful thing I know. Even in Copenhagen, city of beautiful, stylish people and beautiful, stylish bikes. I can’t talk, but I can read.
I can’t wait to get to Narvik.