I've always been a believer in that which shouldn't be. I love bright storylines set far away with oversized trees and undersized people. I love perfect coincidences that align just right to make a beautiful mess. I like to let my imagination fly with the fairies and cling to the trolls' toes as they trod through grassy fields. I love it when that which shouldn't be... Simply IS.
And I suppose a story based on dreams is just the way I like it, so, here we go...
Luke and I were home together for a day in November looking at travel options. We had been saving (literally) every spare dollar bill we came across in preparation for buying plane tickets to somewhere. Anywhere. With so many gaps yet to fill on our world map and so little time left with both kids in the house, we knew we needed to spend some time away and cover some distance. Besides, J manages Snapchat streaks of 2 bajillion plus, Beau builds Legos in his sleep, Luke was to starting to despise street driving (not just highway driving!) and my patience has been evaporating (visibly!) by the hour. All of us were long overdue for a little time out of the country and a humble reminder of our size and place in this crazy world. It was time to buy some tickets.
Despite a deep desire for tropics (I think that's just what my regular heartbeat might sound like?), everything we'd seen told us that there is something "magical" about the North. As we were reading, it didn't take but a minute for us to figure out that we were far beyond "Santa Claus serious" if we were to nestle in around the Arctic Circle. This wasn't the kind of north with a dusting of puffy snow, a reindeer or two, and possibly some pretty lights in the sky. We were talking about the true North - and the people, food, history, and culture that come with the Scandinavian countries. The best part of it all? The land - untouched and unique! It is said to lay and feel different than anywhere it's visitors have been before. This was the one for us! A true fairytale experience! Of course, we couldn't forget that wild island country by the name of Iceland that seemed to have lava, lagoons, glaciers, and plenty of other mysteries of its own begging to be explored on an 8 day layover... so the trip got a little longer.
We counted days and dollars, ($1 bills included - "Every little bit counts said the old lady as she peed in the sea" - Life Lesson from my Granny Bear) and hit the purchase button so we could go play in the "Nordic nirvana" for a month and live amongst the remnants of the elves, trolls, giants, and gods of the ancient days. And with that came our traditional toast of tequila for travels! Time to purchase maps and mackerel and get the planning started!