Last Saturday, I did something brave: I took the bus to my sister’s and borrowed her bike for the week. I then biked home thinking I’d do just fine uphill—something I was clearly wrong about. I ended up having to push the bike for at least a third of the way back. Apparently, there was an easier route by the water, but I opted for Google Maps’ quickest route which didn’t turn out to be the quickest one after all, considering the uphill streets.
The intention was to bike at least every day of the week. I clearly overestimated my motivation for fitness. I’m on call for work at a kindergarten nearby, so I wasn’t sure which days I’d have free. I’m new to a 9-5 job, and I must say: it drains the energy out of you. (Out of me at least, and I don’t even work every day!) I don’t get how fit people, who work daily, are able to muster extra energy to work out after (or before) hours. I sure take my hat off to them!
Anyhow, I ended up having Monday and Thursday free. I haven’t mastered the art of cherishing free days yet, so Monday went to waste in terms of giving myself a ‘breather.’ So last Thursday, I knew I needed to give myself some me-time, and I spontaneously treated myself to a quick bike ride to a haven nearby: Kyrkjetangen.
There was just no way I’d waste the beautiful weather we’ve been blessed with in Bergen this week. I packed a throw blanket, fruits, raw almonds, and a bottle of water in my bag and cruised to Kyrkjetangen, just a ten-minute bike ride (downhill) from my parents’. In the middle of the day on a Thursday, I was so lucky to have the pocket sand beach all to myself (except for a few dog-walkers passing by and their dogs dipping in the cold Autumn water).
The morning sun peeked through tall trees, lending a bubble of sunlight on the dewy grass. There, I took my shoes and socks off and sunbathed in my sweatpants and sports-bra on the throw I brought. After consecutive days of work since I arrived in Bergen, it. felt. like. heaven. It was amazing.
It is only now that I taste how sweet weekends truly are. And on that Thursday midday, it felt like an hour of a beautiful Saturday by the beach.
And today is Saturday! Alas, it is predicted rain all day. The true colors of Bergen are coming out slowly, unfortunately. I’ve been craving a glass of beautiful white wine all week. And who knows, you just might find me sitting all by myself in a restaurant in the city on a genuine [rainy] Bergen day with a marzipan cake on my plate and a glass of Sauvignon Blanc in hand. ♥