Confession: I’m back-dating this post so I don’t look like a damn slacker who doesn’t blog for over a month. Granted, that’s 100% true. But we’ve been busy and stuff. More on that later, don’t rush me. Just pretend this post actually appeared on September 14 and you were just SO busy that you are finally reading it now (October 12). Deal?

Ok, back to Norway talk. I honestly could talk about this dream of a country all day long. But I won’t. Just this one more post. I promise.

From the fjords, we headed to the so-gorgeous-I-could-really-move-here city of Oslo.

As you may or may not remember, we took a 7-hour train ride from Bergen to Oslo. However, trains seem to hate us, so we sat stalled on the tracks for 2 hours, making it a total of 9 hours. #FirstWorldProblems

We arrived tired (around 10pm), so we made our way to our Airbnb and then crashed hard. The original plan was to visit Oslo for three days and then zip up north to the Lofoten Islands for a magical time in a quaint fishing village. Seriously, just Google it and prepare to have your jaw drop. But sadly, the weather up in Lofoten looked rainy and not magical, plus, the ferry schedule just shifted to winter, making it a bit of a challenge to get way up north…so we bailed. I mean, as awesome as it sounded to stay in a tiny fishing village at Roy’s place, if it rains the entire time, what do we do? Just stare at Roy?

Once we made the decision to stay in Oslo, we had 6 full days to explore…and be lazy. We split our time between two Airbnbs, both within walking distance (at least to us) of all the touristy things to do and see. While the first one was great and all, we both really enjoyed the second one. Not only was it uber spacious, it also had an awesome balcony with an equally awesome view (see featured image for proof) and a fancy mini door on the outside of fridge so you can access your wine in a flash.

Remember my confession at the beginning of this post? So, more than a month has gone by since our time in Oslo and that means less remembering and way more forgetting. What did we do in Oslo during those six days? Well, here’s the abridged version.

We took a ferry cruise of the harbor. It was fun, but not super fjord-y (which I think should totally be a word).

We hit up all the tourist spots like the rocking sculpture garden of Vigelandsparken.

We stumbled upon a free family-day festival filled with screaming children and realized we are so not ready for parenthood. Where’s the bar? Oh, found one.

We visited the iconic Oslo Opera House and took the same pictures that every other tourist takes, but slightly better, right?

We visited and were severely undervhelmed by the Edvard Munch museum. So much so, I want to Scream. Get it? Save your money and just visit the National Gallery Museum which is 1000 times better AND actually has the Scream (with a massive crowd gathered around it to take a picture). It’s called Google, people. It will turn out way better than your shitty pic. Or just go to the gift shop and buy a print. Now move away from the painting so I can enjoy it.

We took another ferry to visit the Vikings. Not to be confused with the Minnesota Vikings, we’re talking actual Viking ships. Badass.

We thought about visiting the Fram Museum, but couldn’t be bothered. But it sure looked pretty on the outside. I’ll Google for deets about the inside later.

We had one of the best damn iced cappuccinos (in a fancy martini glass). Ever.

And spent time drinking rosé on the balcony of our Airbnb. Can you blame us?

Norway, you turn me on so. I really hope the feeling’s mutual. But, if what I saw in the Oslo airport during our departure is any indication…I’d say you just need some time to get it up and learn to love me back. Don’t worry, I’ll wait.

Until then, we will head to Paris for cheese, wine and chainsmokers. But, we’ll be back Norway. Promise.