Norway

                  Something about Norway was amazing. I’m not sure if it was that I was traveling alone not knowing exactly where I was going. Maybe it was the weekend getaway to a ski village 3 hours south of the capital city, Oslo. The train ride provided me with a sense of serenity that I hadn’t experienced in a while. Enjoying a cold beer while looking out the window, marveled by the snowcapped mountains, and the ice-cold fresh water streams running parallel with the train tracks I was riding on. When people ask me how Norway was, it is difficult for me to even put it’s beauty into words, and I feel bad that I can’t portray everything I saw- the pictures don’t even do it justice. The 9:15 sunset over the mountains was something out of a movie, which I watched from my front row seat at a ski resort restaurant. I was able to meet up with my Norwegian friend Vegard, a former Loyola soccer player who transferred back to Norway midway through freshman year. I’m a firm believer that the relationships we have and make with others are one of the most important things in life. He introduced me to some of his Olympian friends and I became star struck. The flight from Oslo to Edinburgh felt like a dream. Watching the sun go down on a clear day from 30,000 feet up, while looking down at the snow on top of the mountains for as far as the eye could see. The rest of my spring break was spent in mostly major cities with other people so this was an amazing getaway I shared with myself.