Turid, in her graciousness, met up with us again this morning and took us to the Folk Museum where they were having a holiday fair. There were hundreds of booths of Norwegian Artisans and their crafts. I could have spent the whole day there…Beautiful clothing made out of felted wool, the scent of Norwegian cakes filling the air , Horse drawn carriages clomping down the lane, white lights illuminating our path, children performing Norwegian Dance, Sam frolicking in the snow.

Sam was amazing. It is bitterly cold and yet he seemed insulated from it, lying in the snow, making snow angels, digging in the snow to make a tunnel, chipping away at the ice, making Frisbees out of the frozen, icy, top layer of snow. Not once did he complain, or ask to go inside. He was a child in his element.

Niko, patiently lived through the folk museum holiday fair, going inside to the museums as often as possible to warm his body and feed his mind. Looking at crafts is not one of his top 10things to do. So after many hours of indulging my interests, we moved on down the lane to indulge his at the Maritime and the Kon-Tiki Museums. Here he was in his element, reading every panel, digesting every bit of information, drinking it all in.

When the museums closed, we hopped on the bus and headed back into the city. Turid took us out to dinner to her favorite Japanese Restaurant. It was beautiful and warm. We drank Saki and enjoyed a delightful meal together. And then we parted, hugging this wonderful woman, who adopted us as her own and introduced us to Oslo.