Hey there.
Yes, you.
I am so, so, so, so, SO sorry. Readily do I accept the award for "Worst Blogger of All Time", seeing as how I have only ever written one post--four weeks ago.
The truth is, dear, I've been away. Far away. Like, across the ocean to a distant, beautiful country.
Norway.
The name itself is magic to my eyes and ears. Though I've been called a writer, I'm actually not very good at describing things, places or people.
But I shall try.
Norway is endless countryside.
It is winter wonderland. The snow clings to the trees. The air is so cold it makes your nostrils feel frozen when you breathe through your nose. I love that feeling.
"Not being able to breathe?" No.
The nostril thing.
Norway is delicious.
Hobbit-land, for they have four meals a day and sometimes coffee and cake.
Unlike the Shire, though, the people are actually all average height. And no, they aren't all blondes.
Shocking, that Scandinavians have dark hair as well. Whew.
I had a wonderful time.
Nothing compares to my cute little Mormor's (grandmother's) cooking. Or the way my Bestefar (grandfather) catches my eyes and makes a funny face.
My favorite thing about them is the following:
1. Mormor's wrinkles.
2. Bestefar's manly leather hands that are so big.
3. Mormor's laugh. Sort of like Piglet's, because she's so small.
4. The way Mormor doesn't think it's proper for Bestefar to be too cuddly with her in front of everyone.
5. Bestefar making sure we read the Bible and pray every single night before bedtime.
6. Mormor always telling people to go ahead and eat their fill.
7. Bestefar's habit of singing harmony when we sing for our meal.
8. Mormor's small eyes.
9. Bestefar's smile and laugh. Teeth will be shown, you know!
10. How they love each other and everyone around them.
A highlight for this trip was meeting my sister's boyfriend Min Khai. He's from Burma.
Sweet, short, muscular, great-hair, cute laugh, quiet personality, kind. I quite liked him. :)
Another highlight was meeting my baby cousin/toddler Nicholai. He cried every time my Tante Berit put him down. He's a mamma's boy, fo sho.
And he had no eyebrows.
Basically, I came home, and though I was happy to be back, I said to Mom "It just isn't as beautiful here."
"Well, should we go back?"
"Yes. As long as we can bring all our friends."
"That would be fun."
