She told me she wanted to show me a troll village. I sort of assumed it would be someone who filled their garden with gnomes that have punk-rock hair.
Oh, how I was wrong. As we drive over a hill and I see a castle in the distance, and then a huge open-air structure with the support poles carved like trolls. And as we drove, all the houses in the neighborhood had all the exposed wood carved into trolls, from foor tall totems for fence posts to faces lining the sides of houses. Some grinning, others grimacing, a couple picking their noses. And a few in a frozen dance.
The sun had just set so I didn't have enough light for pictures from a moving car, but I do have my memory of faces playfully peaking out everywhere you look.
This place was awesome.