Already when the plane is still above the white clouds I can feel it. It gets stronger when I get the first glimpse of the snow - covered mountains, hills and trees, and when I can spot the tiny wooden houses with snow on the rooftops and the lights along the roads. It intensifies when the Passport Control Officer smiles and says: - Velkommen hjem, da! (Welcome home!) as he hands me back my passport. And as I grab my suitcase and wander through the customs, it overwhelms me - because suddenly - there she is: one of the persons I have missed the most: my sister. And the butterflies release themselves. Little Norway, I am back!
Yes, dear reader, when you read this, I am on vacation in Norway. Not in my home town Bergen, but visiting family in the capital Oslo. It is a perfect pre-Christmas atmosphere. Quite cold, and the trees are covered with snow. It is quiet and peaceful. The houses are decorated with small light bulbs, and in a way it all reminds me of the pre-Diwali atmosphere in Mumbai. Anticipation...
A small shock though, coming from summerly Mumbai, to snowy Oslo. My golden sandals - no good here, I tell you! But, oh joy, I brought my purchased-in-India bright red winter jacket with matching red ear-warmers and gloves. Oh yes, needing them! But who cares about the weather anyway! The people count, right! Catching up time again, dear reader! Catching up time!
|So, from one scenery ....|
|... to another...|
|Christmas decorated (and fully packed) shops..|