Norway: First nordic summer
Our first Nordic summer was nothing like I expected. Instead of warm, sunny days—at least occasionally—I found myself wrapped in layers, walking through misty trails and braving chilly winds that felt more like November. The sun was shy, briefly appearing before retreating behind thick clouds.
Still, there was something magical about it: the towering mountains, reflective fjords, and wildflowers standing bright against the gray landscape. Evenings were cozy, spent with Kudres and Björke in very different places. Later, visiting Tõnu and Kaja in Bessaker brought its own joys—fishing, hiking, and soaking in the quiet charm of the north.
It was truly a different kind of beauty.