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8/29/Wednesday morning. On the road (sea actually) again. I set the alarm for 5am so I would have more than enough time to putter, shower, last bit of packing (hard work with all of those #$@%^&*#$ souvenirs to squash/push/crush down. I was tired…stayed up a little late watching “Retribution” on Netflix. Then some more chapters of the Dylan bio—with which I’m quite bored, almost two-thirds of the way through the book and… Read More
It’s a foggy Monday morning in a skiing village called Funasdalen in the west central part of Sweden, the region where my maternal grandmother was born and lived her early life before immigrating to South Dakota with her family. But much more about this later this evening when I’m back ‘home’ in Trondheim and have time to process the joy of becoming acquainted with new cousins and visiting meaningful family locations. For… Read More
Crossed the Arctic Circle a couple of hours ago. Southward bound. Another lazy day—should I be doing something? Writing, thinking, planning, making lists, reading, puttering, planking? Not really. Days on ships are time out from real life—adventure on the Linden, sloth on the Finnmarken. I have just spent a couple of hours on ancestry stuff—stimulating hours actually. Day after tomorrow I take the train from Trondheim over into rural reindeer-herding ski-country Sweden… Read More
The laziest of days. How many naps is it possible to take in one day? Ships are the best, especially in rough seas. This trip continues to delight and sooth…here’s a disjointed bit of unimportant babble…enjoy the photos! Thursday, /August 23rd/Fourteenth day of travel. 12:50pm: And the tiniest of blips in my perfect life-on-the-road. Nothing is wrong; I’m on the MS Finnmarken in a luxurious (by my standards) cabin; I’ve grazed the… Read More
The ‘tomorrow’ in this post is today. Lovely day. Need nap. Off on the Finnmarken tonight. Back in a couple of days. Cheers. Here’s an occasional travel dilemma. Tomorrow’s a ‘free’ day. In a sense, all travel days are free…as in no work to go to, no apartment to clean, no chores to do. Nevertheless they each have their assigned tasks whether that involves lugging suitcases to a conveyance of some sort… Read More
Svalbard is now part of my history. Tromso is the present and a float down the coast on a Hurtigruten ferry in the near future. It’s my twelfth day of travel and so far I feel quite fit and eager. The great burst of well-being from a short round of prednisone is wearing off but it was greatly appreciated for climbing off and on the good ship Linden and jumping in and… Read More