15.03.2017 - 16.03.2017
You know something strange? Remember the nice Icelandic gentleman that was kind enough to rent us one of the cars from his personal garage that was dressed like a 'Professional Garage' from the discount costume aisle in a Spirit Halloween store? Well, he instructed us to "just leave the car parked near the rainbow art structure in the Reykjavik airport parking lot, leave it unlocked, and leave the keys inside"... Hmmmm. We've rented cars from a country or two, but that's a new kind of return system. I'm not into the whole Sherlock Holmes thing, as I'm not much of a fan of magnifying glasses (my older brother used them to burn ants with - and therefore make me cry! - so the whole mystery-solving thing is not of much interest to me altogether. Self-correction: Scooby Doo. My apologies, Mystery Gang! Rationale? It's animated. I named my cat after Scrappy as a child. And who doesn't love Velma?). I digress. The car rental situation may have been slightly sketchy.
We are in Norway - FINALLY! It's been a long time coming - and I'm not talking about getting to tap our toes across all 3 countries in this Northern Fairytale in one day of travel (although we were able to do that today, which made for a long one, but a good one!). I'm talking about years of anticipation for our travels here! You see, Norway is more than just a country in our house. Let me give you an idea... For several summers in a row, that June day would come when the kids could pack their 4 Dairy Queen shake orders in a small cooler and watch the clock tick painfully slow as we drove to DIA and waited in anticipation for the two beloved girls to arrive that have since become their Norwegian-American siblings (see summer FB album for pictures of everything from backyard pool & tanning to icecream sales on the street in their Summer Shack, dress up, Rock Band, making videos, carnivals, spaghetti tacos, late nights, even later mornings, and of course, time for helping out at Spectra with the Westy Fire Department!). The annual airport reunion involved massive hugging, a tear or two, crazy chatter, and milkshakes disappearing like mad! As we settled into home, it was fun to see Norway come bustling out of their suitcases through candies and gifts and to learn about this foreign land through stories about their year. Over time, we've wrapped pieces of their language into our routine (eg er schlakken lakken deg at bedtime for our I love yous) and made mental notes of places that they called home that we could only hope to go some day.
And now, somehow, here we stand. The flag that is folded neatly in our house is flying proudly everywhere. J and I have smiled at similar versions of our Norwegian wool hats, mittens, and gloves. I've spotted my favorite red Norge jersey, Jaden has come across his beloved pocket knife in a shop, and the candy, ohhhhh, the candy... I'll be back for you soon, black salty licorice! Not soon enough, but snart!