A Viking in the vines

I'm an ex-pat substituting the cold North for the warm South. 

Norway for France. The colder mentality with a warmer one where neighbours actually talk to each other. Where you can comment when queuing in the store without people looking at you like your utterly mad. You say «bonjour» at the bakery, to the security guy in the supermarket and in the elevator at IKEA.

I have travelled the world being curious about other cultures, thinking about my place, never totally understanding others when they talked about rooting, belonging. 


Then some years back, going through France I found it. Driving on a highway in Languedoc I just knew: I'm home. Luckily my partner felt the same and we have now settled in a small village not to far from a city. This is where we belong.

I was struck by lightning. 

For real. In a fraction of a second everything changed and life today is very different from what it used to be. I'm not saying it’s been easy, I'm not saying it's without challenges, I'm just saying it is possible. To accept, to enjoy what I can do and live a good life for me. A life in pain yes, but I'm so much more than the pain. As the saying goes, when one door closes another opens.

I'm inspired by life, the joy of being: people, colours, smells, beautiful scenery and a city's vibrant life, music, the relationship between people and love. I'm in the middle of life and think I'm where I'm suppose to be.

My blog is my window to the world: I'm a humanist. I'm a strong believer in equality. I don’t take lightly on injustice. 

I enjoy every minute, I've been lucky. I'm alive.