Where do I begin? I took in as much as I possibly can during my stay in this down-to-earth museum/statue-filled city. I had very little time in Oslo: 12 hours to be exact. Hour after hour of walking and exploring. I visited 4 famous museums: the National Gallery (for love of modern art), the Museum of Architecture (pure curiosity), the Museum of Contemporary Art (always a must though this one was particularly eerie), and the Viking Ship museum (which is very unique to Norway’s Viking history and undoubtedly the pride and joy of Norwegians); went to the world-famous and impressive Sculpture park which was masterfully decorated by one and I mean only ONE incredibly talented man (fell in love with the place and its symbolic meaning); went to all the main landmarks and attractions from the Royal Palace, to the Parliament, to the City Hall (Nobel peace prize venue), to the National Theatre, to the Operagata, to the University…ok you get it; and I was lucky enough to see a part (or actually parts) of Oslo that not many tourists are familiar with (thanks to the wonderful Norwegian Erik). This is in fact my second time in Oslo but my first time was just as swift. There are just so many things to see, and so much history to dive into. I wish I had more time but in the little time I had I understood one fundamental thing – Oslo is a city swimming in tradition and culture. What’s different about it is that it screams history not only aesthetically but also in spirit, it thrives in its nature which is so abundant for a mere city; it values ‘time’ and what time brought and brings; and it lives today’s realities with maturity and intelligence. Lastly and this is more personal – here I felt that its proud peaceful people have a strong connection to their city, a connection which arouses in me a nostalgia for something which exists, but unreachable.