Throughout the past few years I’ve had many opportunities to travel and see much of Europe. Through studying abroad at Lorenzo ‘de Medici in Florence to taking a semester at London College of Fashion, a flop of an “accessory design” internship in London, to teaching English in the Czech Republic, I’ve had my fair share of exposure to the wonderful cultures and people of pwanet earf.
I’ve gotten many inquiries about my most recent stint in the Old World, I’ll follow up with that in a future post as it is worthy of a full-blown review.
During my initial trip to Prague last fall, I had a quick stop over in Oslo. I couldn’t resist the temptation to hop on the fast train into the city for some quick sightseeing before jetting off to my final destination.
On the train I met a young Frenchman, whose name is escaping me at the moment. He had been road tripping around the New World with his American girlfriend. Also stopping over quickly in Oslo, we decided we would enjoy the city together, who doesn’t like making new friends? We explored the areas close to the airport, enjoyed a picnic in a garden, watched some pigeons, and went our separate ways.