There is a small town at the edge of the Atlantic Ocean, south of our cabin, Kristiansund. One hour by car, 25 minutes ferry ride. W go there during the summer to eat the tradition baccalao, but never in winter. The days are too short then. Untill this week.
Torgeir, our first born, is in Kristiansund during the month of February for work, and we decided we would use the opportunity to visit him, and to take him out for lunch. Baccalao, and also a special type of big fish balls, are the traditional food of Kristiansund and the area. We couldn't find baccalao on the menue in the lunch restaurant we visited, but blue mussels tempted both me and Torgeir. He ate his almost plain, mine were mixed with stockfish. Delicious.
Kristiansund is known for its seafood, but it is also known for its opera. For two weeks every February the town turns upside down and you find opera around every corner. The Opera Festival.
The ferry timetable prevented us from going to a night concert, but in the afternoon there was a performance at the city mall. We found a table at the cafe there, ordered coffee and sat down to enjoy the music. Marta was not too sure about opera music.......
........but when the beautiful female singer came over to sit on Terje'a lap, singing about her hot, red lips wanting to be kissed........well, she couldn't stop smiling :-)
What I love about life - you never know when you open your eyes in the morning what life will bring, do you?
