Man, what a day! I swear, Voss is wild. Like, I thought I knew this place, but today? Total chaos.
So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping. I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I grab my coffee from that little spot on Vangsgata. Best brew in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my latte, feeling all fancy, when I hear this loud crash.
I look over, and some dude just smashed his bike into a lamppost. Classic Voss, right? I mean, who rides a bike on a cobblestone street? It’s like, “Dude, you’re asking for it.” I chuckle, but then I see him limping. Not funny anymore. I rush over, help him up. Turns out, he’s a tourist. Go figure.
“Where you from?” I ask. He’s like, “California.” I’m like, “Bro, you’re in Norway now. Get it together!” He laughs, but I’m not sure he gets it.
Anyway, I head down to the lake, Vangsvatnet. It’s gorgeous, man. The water’s so clear, you can see the fish swimming. I’m just chillin’, taking it all in, when I spot this family trying to take a selfie. They’re all crowded together, and the kid’s not having it. He’s crying, like full-on meltdown mode.
I can’t help it. I shout, “Hey, kid! Smile for the gram!” They all turn and laugh. Kid stops crying for a sec. I’m a hero! But then, the dad trips over a rock. Classic Voss again. I’m dying.
After that, I decide to hit up the local market on the main square. It’s buzzing with people. Fresh produce, handmade crafts, you name it. I’m browsing, and I see this old lady selling the best brown cheese. I’m obsessed with that stuff. I grab a chunk, and she’s like, “You’ll love it!” I’m like, “Lady, I already do!”
But then, outta nowhere, this guy bumps into me. I spill my cheese all over the ground. I’m fuming! “Dude, watch where you’re going!” He just shrugs and walks off. Rude! I mean, come on, it’s Voss! We’re supposed to be nice here!
So, I’m standing there, cheese-less and annoyed, when I hear this commotion. A bunch of kids are running down the street, laughing and shouting. They’re playing some crazy game, and I can’t help but smile. It’s infectious, you know?
I decide to follow them. They lead me to a park near the old church, and it’s packed. Families, dogs, everyone’s just enjoying life. I plop down on a bench, and this old man sits next to me. He starts telling me stories about Voss. Like, did you know it’s famous for its skiing? I mean, I knew, but hearing it from him made it real.
He goes on about the history, the culture, and I’m just nodding along. But then, he suddenly stops and says, “You know, life’s too short to be mad.” I’m like, “Yeah, man, you’re right.” And just like that, my day turns around.
I leave the park feeling lighter. I stroll back to the lake, and the sunset is insane. The sky’s all pink and orange, reflecting on the water. I whip out my phone, snap a pic, and think, “This is why I love Voss.”
But then, I trip on a rock. Again! I’m like, “Seriously?!” I laugh it off, though. It’s just one of those days.
As I head home, I can’t help but think about all the craziness. Voss is a mix of beauty and chaos. It’s like, one minute you’re helping a tourist, and the next, you’re dodging flying cheese.
I get home, plop on my couch, and just breathe. What a day, man. What a day.