Last Friday, I discovered that there was a Viking Festival on Saturday.
They had Vikings. They had the most amazing doughnuts that I could but only gaze upon, but everyone thoroughly enjoyed. I did thoroughly appreciate some handmade orange truffles in a chocolatier’s shop, which was simply amazing.
We saw boats, dragons, swords, Vikings, fake beards and monster trucks.
I may have found Heaven.
Oh. I was made for this.
And so are my daughters.
We got there just in time for the parade, so we are just hanging out in a very Norwegian town. Across the street was Thor’s Hammer Tattoos and The Norse Maid.
Found some awesome helmets, and had to pry ourselves away from the weapons’ booth…
I think they were the friendliest Vikings in the history of Vikings, though.
Sons of Norway, represent!
Poor Conrad. He was plundered by a sticker.
Most vicious Viking marching band.
The kids were loving the parade and waved to them all.
And there was ELSA AND ANNA.
At which point everyone freaked out and lost their minds.
They were fantastic and took pictures with tons of kids.
Did you know there is a Viking roller derby for girls? Oh, you better believe I am looking into this.
Horses. Princesses…what is that in the background??
I stole some pictures off of Ben’s phone this morning. Apparently this is my “I am navigating little people through crowds while not tripping on my skirt” face.
There were so many families at the parade. I love this place. Kids and dogs and grandparents and lots of friendly people.