Bob and I have landed in the land of my mother’s father’s relatives, who came over to the US as Christiansen but ended up as Runaas when there were too many Christiansens in their small community in Wisconsin so they chose a name of a fjord near where they had lived in Norway. Or so the story goes. My best associations with Norway are the holiday foods I had growing up — lefse (like a potato tortilla or pita) and lots of butter-based Christmas cookies.
To get to Oslo, we flew Delta/Air France from Jacksonville, Florida, to New York JFK to Paris’ Charles de Gaulle and then into Oslo. Each flight was late, except for Paris, but we still ended up arriving on time or a little early.
The biggest excitement (except for my actually sleeping on the flight to Paris) was seeing a 20ish year old man standing in front of us to board the Paris bound flight get handcuffed and taken away. Still don’t know what that was about.
Bob got us Premium Economy seats for the long flight from New York to Paris, which allowed for more seat room and a foot rest. Very helpful and was also very impressed with their customer service and meals.
After arriving in Oslo, we caught the convenient Flytoget train into Oslo Central (about a 25 minute ride) and then walked another 10 minutes to our hotel.
A (very) few pics from the trip.
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