Today is my 30th birthday! I’ve long had a plan of making a sort of autobiography composed of several blog posts on this site. This week, after writing a bunch of new posts, I finished that goal.
In November of 2015, me and my girlfriend Renate visited my maternal grandmother in Ålesund, Norway.
Renate had only been in Ålesund briefly one time before, but I had been there plenty of times.
Here’s a few pictures of me, my sister and my grandpa. They’re from a boating trip we went on to Ona Lighthouse when I was seven years old, in 1997.
My sister was born in December 1994, when I was four years old.
One of my earliest memories is from when the paramedics helped my mother out to the ambulance.
Here’s a picture of me at age three, with two friends. The picture was taken in my kindergarten in the fall of 1993.
I and my girlfriend Renate visited New York in the summer of 2014. Washington D.C. is located relatively close to New York, so we decided to visit the capital as part of a guided day-tour.
After our first holiday together in 2013, time had come for me and Renate to go on a much bigger trip. So in the summer of 2014 we stayed eleven nights in New York!
I traveled to America for the first time in 2012. My goal was to visit Nerd Mecca, San Diego Comic-Con International.
I had somehow been able to snag some tickets, and I was really exited to finally see Comic-Con with my own eyes.
For this year’s Easter holiday, I and my girlfriend Renate visited Flåm, Norway.
Flåm is a small town located in a fjord in Hordaland county, just a few hours from our home city Bergen.
I have been posting a lot of my pictures here since I started blogging a year ago, and since I don’t have one here, Instagram is going to function as my gallery.
There is also going to be some pictures that I post exclusively to Instagram, so don’t miss out on those!
And don’t forget to follow 😉
Later the same evening that I had left Brig, I arrived in Milan, Italy.
I did not get to see much of that city, as I was soon on a train to Florence, where I took in on a hotel near the station, and left on the first train in the morning, so I did not get to see much of that city either.
I was headed toward Rome, but decided to take a detour through Pisa while I was in the neghbourhood.
As soon as I arrived, I headed straight for the Leaning Tower.
I knew the general direction, and I figured it would stick out enough for me to spot it easily.
I ended up wandering for quite some time before I saw the Leaning Tower jutting out at the end of a street.
I arrived just before they were closing, so I just barely managed to buy a ticket.
I had not dared going up the Eiffel Tower on this trip, but I was determined that I would not let my fear of heights stop me again, particularly because this tower was much smaller, and did not look that crooked to me.
As soon as I started ascending the stairs, the tower started to seem much more crooked.
I just about managed to get to the top before I had hurry down to ground level again.
As I strolled back to the train station along the Arno River, I was happy that I had made myself go up there.
I took a room when I arrived in Rome, and readied myself for another day of new experiences.