It's the seventeenth of May. Very important if you're Norwegian. Here they all are, despite the weather. M says God must be a Swede. They get to dress up in their best Norwegian costumes (apparently the dresses are different depending on which region of Norway you come from), and all the school children do a parade, singing songs and waving flags. The little girls had glowy smiles. I'm sure I would have, too.
We staggered out of bed just in time to catch the end of it, then scurried back home to escape the weather.
In other news, if you ever plan to go traveling with a broken arm, make sure you have a certificate of authenticity for your plaster. They wouldn't let my mum get on her flight to Tallinn today, because her plaster posed a security risk. ?!?!?!?! Unbelievable. (The doctor faxed a note across and they'll be on their way tomorrow, but still...)
M and I are off to Loen tomorrow. He's got a conference and I'm going to work on my introduction in between swanning around the hotel, the fjord and the mountains. Nice. Oh, and here's the creature we spotted the other night.
He didn't mind us being there - he was too busy eating his supper. I bet the leaves taste best this time of year.
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