Norway felt like stepping into a fairytale painted in cold blues and soft golds. I spent my days wandering through silent fjords, catching my breath at every turn — because yes, it’s that beautiful.
The highlight? Watching the Northern Lights dance above a frozen lake in Tromsø. I stood there, completely still, with tears in my eyes and snowflakes on my eyelashes. It didn’t feel real.
Norway isn’t loud. It’s calm, honest, wild. The kind of place where you drink coffee slowly and let nature speak first.