Now that I was no longer lost I felt more relaxed. I stopped to look at old wooden farms with turf roofs and churches made of wood so ancient that it had turned black and had a surface more like stone than wood. I felt pleased with myself for sticking with the project and finding my way across the wilderness. I looked forward to a meal in Oslo and perhaps a better hotel. It would be strange to talk and spend time with people again. I did not know the gallerists I was going to meet and it would be hard to make the shift back to being socially appropriate