Britt-Arnhild's House in the Woods

Postcard from Ninfa

@brittarnhild

Dear blog reader

Ninfa, the water elves, used to be an ancient city. Today you find the most amazing botanical garden there, open only one Sunday every month + today with is a red calendar day in Italy, for some reason unknown to me. Luckily we are morning birds and arrived at the gate of the garden just as it opened, and spent a lovely morning there.

Love, BrittArnhild

 

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I have given up blogging during our Italian days.
A postcard will be posted though, and tales gathered....to be shared later.

 

….otherwise you will miss your life

@brittarnhild

One of many wonderful things about being a blogger, is the wonderful, worldwide circle of friends it has given me, and continue to give.  Every single day I get the proofs. An email here, a letter there, postcards from everywhere!

Some emails are just funny, like one which came into my inbox this morning:
I am interested in purchasing a pair of women's selbu kittens in navy blue and white, medium size. My shipping address is in Bxxxxxxxx, MD, USA. Have you a pair for sale? What is the price of the mittens and the shipping cost?
Best regards, XX

I know I have written about Selbu mittens, at least once. But for sale? Never :-)

Others, and most, are from people who wants to say thanks for my blog. Like one which came yesterday:
Hi, My name is Axxxxxxx Axxxxxxx, born in Bergen, but was moved to the US at the age of 2
I speak Norwegian, but writing is so slow for me ! 
I do not even  know how I came across your lovely photos of Nidaros, but thank you. You have a nice photographic eye.
I have a distant relative, a Sxxxxxx, buried in the church yard. I have never been there, but your photos made me imagine a time of the past. 
            Igen, Takk,

I love, simply love, to hear from my blog readers, to start developing a friendship though emails, to meet you. I have made quite a few of you, and know I will meet more in the future.
I try to write back, and always wonder - will this develop into something?

Getting a postcard in the mail is something I love most of all. And believe me, my poor postman is a busy man.......

 

Be where you are.
Otherwise you will miss your life.
Buddha
Dear Britt-Arnhild.
One of the things I like most, is how, on your blog, you remind us to notice the remarcable in the things and places around us every day. Thank you!
I carved the quote on front and made postcards for a carving swaps.
Bright blessings,
Daena

 

You can see why I love to hear from you so much, don´t you :-)

 

Postcards from around the world

@brittarnhild

Every day I travel outside Norway I write myself a postcard from the place, put a stamp on and mail it back to the House in the Woods. At the end of the year I will put the cards together into a postcard memory book. This is the first year I do this, started in Reykjavik in January, so I don´t have any finished book to show you yet.

My family teases me.
The only other person they know who writes postcards to himself is Mister Bean :-)

The postman delivers postcards almost every day to the House in the Woods. Not only from Iceland, Nepal or Spain, but from around the world, from you my dear blog readers. In the end of the year I plan to make a book of my blog readers´cards as well.

The art of sending postcards is a dying art, as is the art of letter writing.
Emails, facebook, texts, skype, snapshots, instagram, kik.......you name it, fast and simple. I use several of these methods and love it. But I am never going to stop writing letters, never going to stop sending post cards.

The other day I bought a stack of postcards from Trondheim, and stamps for international delivery. I want to send these cards out to you. Leave a comment in my blog if you want one, and also send me an email with your address.

 

Do you send postcards?
Do you write letters? 

Postcards

 

@brittarnhild

Every day when I travel I write myself a postcard. Lick a stamp, glue it on and mail it to The House in the Woods. When I come home there is a stack of colourful, exciting post awaiting me. At the end of the year I will make a small book out of the cards.

My family thinks I am crazy,
and I am sure the postman does as well.

I know I am not crazy,
I know I am just me!

 

Yesterday´s postcard from D..... gave me another idea. I will not only make a book out of the postcards traveling me sends to me, I will make another one of postcards from you during the year. With D.....´s World Atlas card as the front cover.

And while I am waiting for your postcards, I am ready to send you one as well. Today we are heading up to The Land of the Midnight Sun. Who wants a postcard from there?

(email me your address, and I´ll send you one)

 

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The photo shows this year´s "Dear traveling me, hug from traveling me"-postcards 

Traveling makes my blood boil

text and images britt-arnhild

 

It is official.
There is no doubt.

I was born a traveler.
I am a traveler.
I will always be a traveler. 

 

This trip to Iceland has been a dream for a long time. Three years ago, when Àgùst was acting in Oliver Twist at the National Theatre over here in Reykjavik, I came to see the play, and then I told Àgùst: "Every time you get a main role like this, I will come over and watch". So when he got one in Macbath, again at the National Theatre, I started to plan my trip. Then I got this bad cold and the sinus problems, and didn´t take the chance to book my tickets untill less than two weeks ago. 

Well, now my sinuses are fine  much better, and I AM HERE!

I spent the morning walking around in downtown Reykjavik. Nothing spesific in mind. Camera at hand. Cafés everywhere where I could sit down and have a cup, write a couple of postcard, work on my travel diary.

And funny colour combinations everywhere,
to seduce me. 

Can you imagine sitting here in the summer, eating sushi, watching tourists and boats, and an ever changing sky?

I will be back in Reykjavik in April.
May be the temeratures will be mild enough for an outdoor sushi then?

Three years ago, when I was here, the Concert Hall, Harpa, was under construction. This time I had my lunch, The Opera Singer´s Lobster Soup here.....

 

....... and I wrote your postcards :-)
Those of you who commented on the "post card post" and sent me your addresses, will soon have an image from Reykjavik in your mailbox.

 

 

Yes, it is official -

traveling makes my blood boil! 

Can it be the hot spings?

 

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The first photo: street art in Reykjavik, map of Iceland made by glass.
Three years ago I made a post about street art.
I could make another one any time. 

Thank you and a proposal

Text Britt-Arnhild Wigum Lindland

Photos: me, Terje, Lanny and owner of Walaker hotel

 

Thank you so much for all the wishes and greetings yesterday, comments, emails, texts and phones were flowers which by the end of the day made an armful bouquet.

We had our anniversary dinner at Walaker hotel near Sognefjorder, a wonderful place which I hope to blog more from tonight or tomorrow.

 

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I have a proposal for you today.......

 
As we travel down along the western coast of Norway, I have been buying several postcards. Now I am wondering if you want to do an exchange. A postcard exchange.

I send you a postcard from the western coast of Norway....

 
.....you send me a postcard from where you are right now.

 

 

All you have to do is:

• write a comment on this post telling me where your postcard will come from
• send me an email with your address
• recieve an email from me with my address
• have fun

 

Postcards from Roma

Text and images Britt-Arnhild Wigum Lindland

 
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Postcards from Dubrovnik

I walked around in Dubrovnik saying to myself: how I wish that I could send a postcard to all my blog readers! Then I realised, that's excatly what I am doing. Through the blog!

I do have some extra postcards though, to be sent by mail.

Who wants one this time?

Leave a comment to this post if you want a postcard, and then email me your address. I plan to write postcards tomorrow. Today we will be out on the Adrtiatic all day.....

Postcards

First came a postcard from Marit who loives on the western coast of Norway, then two postcards arrived from Belgium, from Nicole.

Today the postman brought me a card from Zürich, thanks Susan May. 

A shelf in the kitchen is filling up. It is still only a few days since I asked about postcards from around the world. I knew that you, my readers, are the greatest. This is so fun. 

 
Photos: Italy last summer. I've no idea why I picked them out. They are not the best I have but they all bring good memories.

More travels and colours and postcards and..........what about a postcard from you to me?????

Sometimes colours come as lovely surprises. We visit Stavanger every year, at least once, and we love to walk around in the city center. I was sure I had seen it all.......that is untill last week.

We were waiting for the boat to take us out to Flor&Fjære, and all of a suden found ourselves in a small street where we've never been.

 
Small wooden houses coloured in the brightest, funniest colours. Almost like Burano, still completely different.

This charming bookcafe wasn't open yet in the morning when we walked by. It didn't matter much.......I will be back some day.

The two postcards from Flor&Fjære goes to: somepinkflowers and to marilee. Please email me your addresses. Thanks to you all for your comments on yesterday's post.

Marilee, thank you for the idea you gave my on facebook yesterday - why don't I ask you, my readers for postcards...........

So now I do - I love postcards, have collected them all my life and would love, love, love a postcard from you, from your place or from somewhere you go, somewhere you love. I also love art cards ;-) Please write directly on the back of the card, which makes it more worth collecting for me, add my address and a stamp and wave it goodbye on its travel to:

Britt Arnhild Wigum Lindland, Vestre Husebytun 11, 7097 Saupstad, Norway