As a native Californian, I still feel a bit of worry when I let the water run, like I see so many Norwegians do. It’s standard: They let it run to get it nice and cold. They well afford to: The one place that never seems to run out of fresh water is Norway. Continue reading
So, I dropped off the face of the Earth—no, I didn’t, just dropped off my blogging.
The autumn got rough. Maybe a lot of bad weather during the summer was a part of it. Maybe it was astrological.
On Saturday, I took a tour with the MS Bruvik, the same boat that once ferried me to summer camp when I was about 10 years old. Back then it was just a boat ride. Now it was a historical adventure in several ways.
The fjord ship “MS Bruvik”, photo credit: Wikimedia Commons
Ole Bull, violinist and considered Norway’s first “rock star”, had quite the flare for the dramatic and the mysterious. This last was why he was drawn to the island of Lysøen, where he built his last home.
Ole Bull’s house on Lysøen island
I mentioned a new sign (piece of art, actually) that will greet travelers when they exit our new airport terminal that’s opening in August. Here it is: Continue reading
As Eddie and I carefully set our feet down between sheep droppings, we caught a whiff of fresh manure. Instantly, I was transported back to my childhood in Norway, spent in the country with a potato field in front of the house, a couple of steers grazing in a pasture next to the carport, and my uncle’s sheep passing by our house on their way to and from their barn.
View from above Lygra dock
I’m one of those people who covers her refrigerator in magnets, as seen on part of my fridge door: Continue reading
“On the 6th of June 1944, on the beaches of Normandy, over 10,000 young soldiers paid for our freedom.”
It’s 72 years since D-day
, the landing of allied troops on the shores of Normandy, France, in a no-holds-barred attack on the occupying Germans. Continue reading