I think the bed at Anne’s is actually a sofa bed, but I slept until 7:30, thank the Lord!! Perhaps that’s because it was rainy and dark? It was great to have a good night’s sleep and to no have to wait from 6 AM until 8:00 for breakfast! I got myself ready and went upstairs for my breakfast. This cost me 100 NOK ($13) extra, but I had read reviews on Airbnb that it is a good breakfast and worth it. I was happy to get a chance to see more of the house, which was just as I had expected. Every detail is thought out in a very artsy and somewhat eccentric way. You can see from the photo that it was quite a spread just for me. I girded my loins and got started.Here was a soft boiled egg, smoked salmon, bread (yes, I ate 1/2 of a piece), salami, yogurt, cereal, prosciutto with cantaloupe (yum) and coffee and juice. There was even cinnamon in the coffee, which I love. Oh, and she had 2 little cream puffs for “to end it all!” I was a stuffed piglet, but it was a good thing considering what was ahead of me.
When I went to pay her for the breakfast, it was the first opportunity we had to actually talk, so I asked her if she played the piano. She said that she has classical training but no longer has the time to practice as she should. I told her I’m a singer, and she said it would be really good for me to go to Troldhaugen, Edvard Grieg’s home. I had read about it but was a bit hesitant since it is a 20 walk to the train station (light rail), 20 minute train ride, and a 20 minute walk from the train station…..and it was raining. From my past experience, I knew that I always liked this sort of museum, so I decided to go for it. She allowed me to borrow an umbrella and leave my suitcase at her house until I was ready to return to go to the train station later in the day. Perfect.
Other than the rain and the fact that I first got on the wrong train for one stop, the trip there wasn’t too bad. When I arrived at Troldhaugen, there was a lot of construction going on, and it was difficult to even tell where the entrance was. I found it, and the workers were sympathetic with what I had been through to get there. The building where I entered was the museum and gift shop, which was very interesting. I didn’t spend as much time reading things as I could have since I wanted to be sure to have time for a late lunch at the fish market before leaving Bergen. They had some scores of Grieg’s songs available to purchase. I considered buying one, but then I realized that there were 4 volumes. I decided on buying a CD of a baritone’s recital of some of the songs in Griegs home. Just down the path from the museum is the concert hall, the house, the composer’s hut, and the grave site. I saw it all except for the grave site (didn’t want to walk down there…I’ll find it online), and I can see why Grieg was inspired to compose while living there. I’m sure it’s much more inspiring on a nice day.