We just arrived by ferry to Geiranger, Norway. It's a tiny town at the very end of a fjord that takes an hour to get to from the nearest port. Mostly only accessible by water until 1955 when the first year-round road was opened. Along the fjord are abandoned farms that are perched into the cliffs and had once harvested fruit and raised goats and cows. My great-great grandparents immigrated to America from here in 1891 and settled in Minnesota. It might be my own projection, but it feels like a familiar place to me. The people, the weather, the mood. I had a dream last night about it before arriving. It all feels comfortable. I'm here with my mom and daughter. Three generations revisiting what we consider an incredibly beautiful place (it's a World UNESCO Heritage site). Imagine the draw of America at the turn of the century to pull people from here into that arduous journey months across the ocean. A lot to think about and consider as we explore this special land. ✌🏼 from Norway!