Velkomen, to the land of beautiful blondes and high-top Converse—Oslo, Norway.
[But seriously, everyone in Norway is extremely good looking and at least 60% of people were wearing high-top chucks.]
After we jumped off the overnight plane ride from JFK, we breezed through customs at the Gardermoen airport and then stopped, dead in our tracks. We looked at the ultra-modern airport. We looked up at the signs—so many small dots and circles above the letters—no clue what they were saying. We looked at each other. “Are we really doing this??”