Text and images Britt-Arnhild Wigum Lindland
One photo by Mauro Vianello (again.....)
When I was 13 my parents bought a motor home, a caravan. The following Christmas my parents' gift to all of us was a trip down Europe, from Trondheim to Lido di Jesolo and back again. Four weeks, one week driving south, two weeks on the Italian beach, one week back home again. My parents, me 14, Frode 12, Børge 9 and Torodd 2.
For four weeks we lived in a motor home.
When I was a child it was all a dream. As a grown up I see clearly how brave my parents were.
Mauro and Barbara have rented a bungalow just sout of Lido di Jesolo for the summer, and Sunday we spent the day there.
Sun, sand, swimming.......and reading......about Venezia/Venice of course.
(yes, you are right, this is the photo Mauro took)
After hours in the sun, hard for our Nordic skin, it was time for dinner in the bungalow.
Mauro's homemade beansoup with pasta, grilled vegetables, bread, cheese, and prosecco which was a gift to us from Mauro's father.
Mauro has promised to send me the recipe for the soup. Don't forget Mauro. I am waiting.......may be I'll even share the recipe with my blog readers!
Barbara had made the world's best tiramisu. We ate it too fast for my camera......
Barbara, I never asked you about the recipe, but now I do? Can I please have it, or is it your special secret?
A magical day came to its end. A day filled with fiendship and memories.
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I was 14 when I spent four weeks in the motor home in 1972. Mauro was a young boy of 9 with La Laguna as his playground. How was your summer of 1972?
