We made a trip westward; to Bergen to be more specific. We rented a cabin on Askøy, an island about 20 minutes outside of Bergen, for a week and had a terrific time. I don't know what people are talking about when they say it always rains in Bergen. In fact, I had bought me some good, ole rubber boots in preparation for walking the rainy streets of the capital of the west coast, but didn't wear them once. We had sun every day and the kids even went swimming in the lake by the cabin. (The water was way too cold for me. Is that a sign of age? I'm just asking.)
We went to the Aquarium, the fish market, Fløibanen, Bryggen..... all the typical tourist sights. Since, after all, we were tourists. We also visited Edvard Grieg's home, Troldhaugen, which I remember going to as a kid and which I loved even back then. He is my all time favorite composer, and I had of course given the kids a lecture on Edvard Grieg (or Edvard Krigg as Amilia likes to call him) in advance and they really enjoyed it, too. Amilia was concerned about where Edvard Krigg was now, though. She kept asking for him. And we kept trying to explain to her that he passed away many years ago, but that his music lives on. The answer wasn't good enough for her and every 2 seconds she kept asking: "But where is Edvard Krigg?" We finally took her to his grave, but even after seeing the tomb, she kept asking "But where is Edvard Krigg?" Finally I told her that he's with Jesus. She accepted that answer.
Beautiful view of Bergen.
Loving the fish market.
I wasn't lying when I said we had sun every day.
And I wasn't lying when I said the water was cold, either.
Amilia, Selina and Edvard Krigg.
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