Arrival

A view of Rosendal from the back porch of our cabin

After a hectic flight(s), my companions and I arrived in Rosendal. Leaving at 10:50 am from Des Moines, I went through my first international flight, which happened to be the second flight of my life. Apart from it's size, it's confusion, a two-hour delay, a six-hour layover, expensive food which did not taste expensive, and not knowing if we would make our flight to Bergen, Chicago wasn't too bad ... There is not much to note from the flight from Chicago to Stockholm, other than watching the film Fantastic Mr. Fox, which was fantastic.

I have nothing against the Swedes, but Stockholm was by far the most confusing airport in our trip. I could not tell who worked at the airport other than the workers selling overpriced goods, and everyone was on a scooter ( well, not everyone, but enough to be confusing ). Instead of flying to Bergen from Stockholm, which was the original plan, we flew to Oslo and then to Bergen. We then had 30 min to get our luggage, and make the last bus/ferry to Rosendal. We were all tired, and probably a littler cranky, but the view is spectacular. I feel like I'm living in a scenic post card.