I’VE FINALLY COME to the end, I think, of my photos from our trip in August and September to Northern Norway. But if I want to fill myself with love, gratitude, and smiles, all I have to do is look again at the photos. So I do. A magnificent country. Delectable food. And a loving, kind, interesting, generous, and joyful family — with all the best qualities of San Geraldo.
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FINALMENTE HE LLEGADO al final, creo, de mis fotos de nuestro viaje en agosto y septiembre al norte de Noruega. Pero si quiero llenarme de amor, gratitud y sonrisas, todo lo que tengo que hacer es mirar nuevamente las fotos. Así que hago. Un pais magnífico. Comida deliciosa. Y una familia amable, interesante, generosa, y alegre — con las mejores cualidades de San Geraldo.
En la granja (visto en la parte superior alrededor de 1990) bajo la lluvia.
Tres primos segundos compartiendo viejas fotos familiares, y tratando de descubrir quién es quién.
Los primos Elin y Terje (foto anterior, media y derecha) intentaron corromperme con mi primer Jameson.
El primo Timmi trató de endulzarme con regaliz y otras golosinas. Funcionó.
Se llama Smash. Conos de chips de maíz bañados en chocolate noruego. Peligrosamente delicioso
Regaliz cubierto de cacao.
Regaliz pimiento picante.
Cosecha de malvaviscos en la granja familiar.
Otra granja de malvaviscos cerca de Sortland (fardos de heno o cebada).
Tres generaciones de amor. Primos segundos, primos segundos una vez eliminados, y primos segundos eliminados dos veces.
San Geraldo en el cielo en Bodø. (La visión de ese plato diario me hizo sentir como si estuviera en el infierno).
Después de ese desayuno inglés tradicional diario, San Geraldo tenía gofres CON SU JARABE DE ARCE. Cuando se acabaron los gofres, absorbió el jarabe restante con pan.
Good food, good friends, good fun.
David,
I wish they lived closer.
‘Tried to corrupt me’….my foot!! LOL
I think it may be time for me to go back to those ‘single malt whisky’ days!!
SG looks to be in HEAVEN! And I can see why…….old photos and relatives helping him through this journey. Why was it, I am wondering, that people never put names on back of photos? Seems to be universal, eh?
Time for some licorice! These look wonderful.
Thanks for sharing this Norway trip, Mitch.
Jim,
The photos were in a box from Elin’s mother. Elin had once asked why she didn’t identify anyone on the backs and her mother said, “Well, I know who they are.”
Very nice!
Deedles,
Such great people. What a family.
Marshmallows farms?
Mitchell, either you’re pulling a fast one on us, or someone pulled a fast one on you.
It’s not marsmellows, it’s tractoreggs 😀😀
Anon,
I always thought tractors were mammals!
Actually, tractors are like platypussies.
Deedles,
I should have listened in Biology. Had no idea!
Kirk,
Check the caption on the next photo. Hay and/or barley bales.
Oops! Didn’t catch the parentheses. My apologies.
Kirk,
Please… no apologies necessary.
Your first sip of Jameson! An important day in any boy’s life.
Debra,
Today I am a man.
I was going to say, with whiskey and beans….the air pressure might change.
Mistress Maddie,
Fortunately, I only had the whiskey. UNfortunately, SG only had the beans.
did they succeed in corrupting you? I’d pass on the whiskey, but ooooooh, the licorice and the chocolates! OM NOM NOM NOM!
Anne Marie,
I’m still as pure as the driven snow. I drank my one small whisky in the time it took them to drink three each.
Mmmmm, Jameson.
Walt the Fourth,
Before Jerry, I was concerned I was drinking too much. I decided that since I’d didn’t like whiskey, I would order A Manhattan when I was out, which would ensure I’d drink slowly and only have one drink. Well, the first half of the Manhattan was a bit of a challenge but by the time I got through that one, the next 2 or 3 went down like water. It was a short-lived exercise.
Lovely photos – especially San Gerardo enjoying this breakfast ❤️
Lars:
Blech! But, yeah, the smile is nice.