Sunday, February 6, 2011

Saturday, January 29

This morning the girls came in while I was just lying in my sleeping bag. It was the first time since I arrived that they woke up before I did. They came in with fake guns and pretended to shoot me while I pretended to die. It set a good precedence for the day. We ate breakfast all together around the table which consisted of bread and jam with a variety of meats, and a croissant with chocolate inside. It was really good! 

We left the house for the beach where we walked along the Baltic Sea beach. We stepped in the water, threw ice, played tag, took pictures and enjoyed the cool, but calm and quiet atmosphere of God’s creation. As we walked through and between little stores, Helena and I talked about how she will help me with studying/practicing German. We walked with arms around each other as we talked, laughed, and she tried to explain “her” language (she made one up). The girls and I danced (twirling) while we waiting for the women as they shopped. 

Norway was just over 100 km away while New York was over 6000 km away. We ate dinner at a seafood restaurant, eating muscles for appetizers (which was actually pretty good), fish and potatoes for the main course. The fish there is very fresh and didn’t have a strong fish taste, so it was really good. 

After dinner, we walked round the little harbor looking at the small fishing vessels. It was much colder, but we watched the seagulls and once again I enjoyed the quietness of the little harbor. It was so peaceful as the fog rolled in. 

Back at the house, we ate ice cream and the adults talked about going to see a movie. While the parents were gone, I read while the kids played. When they got back, we drank some bubbled apple juice that naturally had about 4% alcohol. It tasted very good because you couldn’t taste the alcohol. J I showered, read, and went to bed.

Random thought:
Houses here are made out of red brick because of salt in the air from the sea. The town is known for its clean, cleansing air. Nancy said many sick people come here.

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