The small fishing village Henningsvær is situated on alot of small islands and is often called The Venice of Lofoten. How can I not feel at home in a place called Venezia.
Terje and I left Marta with her cousin and spend a day sightseeing alone. Henningsvær was high up on our list. After a couple of hours walking around and lunching in one of the old warehouses at the harbour, we find a glassblower's workshop, and I am hooked. I watch the whole process of making a wineglass, and count my pennies again and again; "shall I buy one?" But it is still in the beginning of our vacation and I know there will be other temptations, so I walk from there without a glass.
The image of the beautiful coloured glasses followed me all week, and on our last day in Lofoten, when we took Marta and her cousin to the Lofoten Aquarium, in the neighbour village, to watch the newborn seal baby, I made Terje take a detour out to Henningsvær and the glassblowers.
Now one of the limegreen glasses have left Lofoten to find a new home in Trondheim.
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My "very own" glassblower in real Venezia, charming Mauro, has opened his own blog. Look here to see his magic hands giving birth to a dragon. Glasshandmade is now my blog of the week.
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We came home at 11pm last night, left Lofoten at 7am. Not much to show you from the drive in rain and mist, but my island stories will go on. I am at work now, but tonight I will unpack and see how many Lofoten-postcards I have.......
