This morning we awoke in Trondheim south bound this time. Bypassing the breakfast buffet for the first time in two weeks, we walked thirty minutes into town to find a coffee.
The cathedral where the royalty are crowned or these days, blessed by the church, is located here. We saw it on tour with Judit going north, but we sought points of interest we missed the first time: The Statue of St.
Michael is none other than that of a youthful Bob Dylan. The other sculpture we never found was a gargoyle of the stone mason preparing to set the last stone. Legend has it that if the Cathedral is ever completed, a mighty wave will crash into the city and destroy the Cathedral, so to avoid this catastrophe, the stone mason never finishes his job.
Life is the same everywhere as we leave the business of touring and head back to our day to day lives in Dallas and Budapest. She works for the Norwegian government.
She was headed back to work after a few days with family and friends. She works with citizens who need government assistance for a variety of reasons. She shared her wine with us. It was a bottle she brought on board with us, and she explained that Norwegians shake their heads at tourists who spend unconscionable amounts of money on food and drink aboard these ships.
