For 30 years I've spent part of the summer in the small village Moi southwest in Norway. This is the village where my husband was born and lived for 19 years, this is the place where my father in law still lives and has lived for 86 years.
Some summers we have stayed here for several weeks, other times just for a few days. This year we have one week ahead of us, enjoying sun, long days of leisure and my father in law's wonderful cooking.
We came here Saturday night, just before midnight, and yesterday I did several long walks - essential with all this great homecooked food.
29 years ago I spent several weeks here as a newly wed. Then, as now, I was an avid letter writer, and every day I found letters addressed to me in my in-laws' mailbox. Some of the letters had missing/wrong spelled addresses, but the postman always found me. One day Terje and I wanted to test this. We were away on a day trip, bought a postcard, wrote a few words on it and on the address lines wrote ONLY: Britt-Arnhild, Moi.
The next day I found the postcard in the right mailbox :-) What a small world.
We have made a few plans for our upcoming week. The most important of them all is being together.....
.....though just now, writing this post (Sunday night), Marta and I have fled the livingroom and the television with soccer/football........
