One of the perks of living a rather nomadic lifestyle is making deep and long-lasting friendships with people I would never have crossed paths with if I had gone the traditional high school – college – job route in Norway. I love how different they all are, the people I consider my best friends. They all bring out different sides of me and it’s fun to stand back and observe how they play different roles in my life.
In 2010 I met a feisty little Swedish chick named Madelene who has since been my partner-in-crime on many adventures. I could probably spend the whole morning listing things I love about her and about our friendship – like how kind and caring she is, how I appreciate our many deep conversations about the bigger things in life, and how I love her fun, positive spirit.
But for this post I’m going to celebrate the part of friendship that is our shared passion for traveling. Madelene and I are quite the masters of making the most out of 48-hour getaways and spontaneous trips. We often have conversations like this:
“So, I know you’re supposed to be vacationing in Phuket. But I was kinda thinking Bangkok for three days. You in?”
“All in, babe! Go ahead and book my flight.”
…and after accidentally not talking to each other for a couple months due to busy lives, I get texts like this one….
“Christine! Mumford & Sons in Oslo next month?”
“All in! Just bought us tickets – my couch is waiting for you.”
If I ever need someone to be spontaneous with me, she’s my safest bet. Madelene is the one I secretly plan to take with me when I decide to backpack through South America. She’s the one I plan to kidnap and bring along when I hike the Pacific Crest Trail. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s going to be my roommate when I escape and live in Bali for one month each year.
A couple of years ago we took the ferry to Santorini from Crete, where we were living at the time, with two other of our good friends. We were only there for 2 days and 1 night, but we sure managed to squeeze in a lot during those 36 hours. When it came down to it though, there were only a few non-negotiable things the four of us wanted to do in Santorini:
1) Eat good food.
2) Explore the island on scooters.
3) Experience the sunset in Oia.
You want the truth?
It’s totally worth the hype.
Every little bit of it.
If you’re ever searching for one of those “Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m here experiencing this right now! I’ll never ever forget this!”-moments…. go to Oia with some good buddies and breathe it in. Magical.
Have you ever been to Santorini? Did it live up to your expectations?