Yesterday, I saw my parents (my mother and step-father) off from their short but wonderful visit to Bergen. A little over two weeks ago, they arrived in Spain, where they stayed with my older brother. Then they took a train through France and Germany, up into Denmark. From Denmark, they took a boat to Bergen. They spent five days here. Then they got on a train to Oslo and caught a plane back home! As always, these visits seem always seem far too short... and as I sit recuperating from a whirlwind visit, I am scheming at different ways to get them back to Norway.
Miraculously, the first few days of their visit were relatively warm, dry, and sunny. It was especially nice that they had the chance to see all the different types of light and color that I really enjoy in Bergen. The sun, especially this time of year comes in at odd angles, casting long shadows. And the air is so clear and the angle so low that it can be blinding in intensity. When the clouds roll in, it's rarely a flat, gray mass of clouds. Instead, it is usually an energetic, churning swirl or grays, whites, silvers, and blues. If the sun is setting, there are pinks and oranges. And, quite often, there are rainbows, too. (As a side note, we went to the art museum which has a large collection of works by Nikolai Astrup, many of which of seem to capture the things I like about the light in Bergen.)
On Wednesday, we made the trip up Mt. Fløyen. And, once again, the view was spectacular.
On Thursday, we went to Rosenkrantz Tower, Bryggens Museum, and walked around the wharf.
Friday night, we celebrated my birthday.
Saturday, my folks went with Carrie, Jonah, and Oscar to visit a historic farm nearby, to see Norwegian Fjord horses in their native land. I wasn't feeling well, so I stayed home with Sergio (who was also a bit under the weather). But from what I understand, the farm was beautiful and everyone had a wonderful time.
On Sunday morning, we headed down to the train station to see my parents off.