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Since moving to Trondheim on an expat assignment, I have retained my 4-day working week. Granted I sometimes work more than 44 hours on my 4 days but I do my best to protect my day off and weekend. My day off involves a relaxed start to the day with my family before my husband and I walk our 7 and 9 year old children to school. From the school we usually set-off for a walk somewhere in Trondheim. We have deliberately chosen not to buy a car so we walk everywhere, even all the way to Heimdal to visit the Asian food shop in Tille.
Our favourite Fridays see us walking into the forests that surround Trondheim. On the last Friday in April we walked from the school, through the city and up Iladalen, which we only discovered 2 weeks ago. This time there was less snow on the ground and it sounded like there were some different bird calls. The sky was blue, the sun was shining and it was over 10C for the first time we could remember since October.
Instead of turning right and walking up past the houses towards the golf course, this time we crossed the creek and walked around Theisendammen. It’s a lovely walk around the lake foreshore and we were interested to see that the lake was still covered with ice.
We walked to the top of the small hill next to the lake and then followed the signs towards Skistua, following the path through the forest. Soon we were walking through snow and we were starting to cool down. We decided to follow the signs for Geitfjellet and the snow deepened, soon over-topping our shoes and wetting our socks and trousers. As a not-very-interesting aside, I normally walk more than 40km per week and that usually includes walking in the forest around Trondheim. It is always either muddy, snowy, or icy. I don’t have a pair of hiking boots. There is a problem with this equation that I need to devote some effort to fixing.
Anyway, we walked with wet feet towards the summit of Geitfjellet (it’s 416m above sea level) and the clouds rolled in and very strong wind started to blow. On the top it was beautiful, with stunted trees growing amidst moss and lichen, snow, and exposed rock outcrops (presumably granite – yes I’m a geologist but I didn’t stop to check). The view over the fjord was lovely. But the wind was so strong, our feet so wet and the ground so cold that we decided to descend as fast as possible. I suggested that we continue on to the next peak, which is Gråkallen, but we instead agreed to go back down to the city as fast as we could.
We hurried down the hill, trying to find the path in the thick, fresh snow and somehow managed to find a major path and then connect with the road that descends from Skistua. Stepping onto the bitumen surface for the first time, my feet were so numb that I couldn’t actually walk properly but we took our time and as feeling returned we were able to walk faster.
Once down at the Nidelven again, we decided that rather than hurry home to change our wet socks we would indulge in a new Friday ritual, to select a cosy cafe and have a coffee and croissant. This time we chose Cafe Brenneriet in Bakklandet. I loved sitting on a stool behind glass, warmed by the sun.
We must have walked over 20km that day. We had good weather on Saturday and I walked our daughter to a party in the city and back and then walked to Charlottenlund and back to pick-up our son from a play with his friend. Then on Sunday I was up on Estenstadmarka for another birthday party. It’s great to spend so much time outdoors and enjoying the Spring! It’s also great that our children are making friends and settling into Trondheim.