900 kilometers, the distance traveled every summer until I was 10. Five of us in the car, all the kids grown up now.
When we were younger, before my sister was born 16 years ago, my brother and I used to sleep in the back seat while our parents drove all night.
Lying there we'd squint our eyes and turn our heads from side to side making the street lights look funny when we passed Trondheim in the dark, knowing we were half-way there.
That little island always meant
summer. It's a home away from home,
a little piece of paradise. At least for me.