Bici Pazza

We wake again to gray, drizzle and exhausted kids but manage to roll everyone down to the dining room for our Norwegian breakfast of cereals, fresh bread and a myriad of fish and cheese toppings. By 10:30 we make our ways on our bikes and begin pedaling up the windy coast. The weather can and will change in minutes so as we watch the wind blow East we know that the clouds will likely turn to sun

After 12 hours of hugely uncomfortable but uneventful plane travel we arrived in Bodo, the small city from which all ferries leave to Lofoten, the small island that took my heart away a little more than one year ago. The airport of Bodo is small, my favorite kind. Within minutes we collected our luggage and were out the door, on a bus and heading into town to catch a 3 hour ferry. We were

After 12 hours of hugely uncomfortable but uneventful plane travel we arrived in Bodo, the small city from which all ferries leave to Lofoten, the small island that took my heart away a little more than one year ago. The airport of Bodo is small, my favorite kind. Within minutes we collected our luggage and were out the door, on a bus and heading into town to catch a 3 hour ferry. We were starved