Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a swineherd in Sogne is no walk in the park. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about my pigs. Gotta feed ‘em, gotta clean ‘em. But first, coffee. Can’t function without my morning brew.
So, I’m sippin’ my coffee on the porch, lookin’ out at the fjord. Sognefjord, the longest and deepest in the world, can you believe that? It’s like nature’s own masterpiece. But then, bam! My neighbor, Lars, starts yellin’ about his sheep. Like, dude, chill! It’s too early for sheep drama.
I head down to the market on Sogne’s main street, you know, the one with all the cute little shops. I’m hopin’ to grab some fresh veggies. But guess what? The veggie stand is closed! Ugh! I’m like, “What’s the point of a market if it ain’t open?” So, I settle for some stale bread. Great. Just great.
Then, I bump into Ingrid. She’s this lovely lady who runs the bakery on Øyavegen. She’s got the best cinnamon rolls. I’m talkin’ melt-in-your-mouth goodness. But today, she’s all flustered. Turns out, her oven broke down. I’m like, “Ingrid, how can you break an oven?!” She just rolls her eyes. Classic Ingrid.
After that, I decide to take a stroll by the water. The view is insane! The mountains, the water, the sky—it’s like a postcard. But then, I see this tourist group. They’re takin’ selfies like they’re in a music video. I mean, come on! It’s just a fjord, not a rock concert! I can’t help but laugh.
But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud honking. I turn around, and it’s a bunch of ducks! Like, seriously? Ducks in Sogne? They’re waddlin’ around like they own the place. I’m tryin’ to shoo them away, but they just stare at me. I swear, they’re judging me.
So, I finally make it back home, and guess what? My pigs are gone! I’m like, “No way!” I run around like a madman, callin’ their names. “Porky! Bacon! Where are ya?!” I’m freakin’ out. Turns out, they just wandered into the neighbor’s yard. Typical.
After wrangling my pigs back, I’m exhausted. I plop down on the couch, and my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Erik. He’s like, “Wanna hit up the pub later?” I’m like, “Heck yeah!” I need a drink after this chaos.
So, we hit up the pub on Sogne’s waterfront. It’s packed! Everyone’s laughin’, tellin’ stories. I grab a beer, and suddenly, all the stress melts away. I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost spill my drink. Erik’s tellin’ this wild story about a fishing trip gone wrong. I can’t even.
As the night goes on, I realize, despite the craziness, Sogne’s my home. The people, the views, the quirks—it’s all part of the charm. I might be a swineherd, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but hey, that’s life in Sogne, right? Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!