Rusted Root

“A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots.” -Marcus Garvey

This weekend I had the most amazing opportunity- I was able to go and visit some relatives and to see the house that my Great-Grandmother was born and raised in. In the fall a woman named Lillian contacted me over Facebook, saying my Uncle Kirk (Thanks, Kirk!) had let her know I was in Norway this year and invited me out to come and visit her and her family. They live in a very small town called Årdal in the Sogn og Fjordane. This town is right across a mountain (really through a mountain) from Oferdal, which is the place my Great-Grandmother, my Grandma’s mother, came from. After some back and forth with Lillian we were finally able to find a weekend that worked for both of us- so off I went back to my roots!

Because Årdal is in such a remote location and over quite a few mountains, it is only accessible by bus. On Friday morning I picked up the 5.15 train out of Bø and headed into Oslo. After about a two hour wait, I picked up the bus for Årdal. Fortunately, the bus driver was kind enough to let me I had to switch buses partially through my trip, but unfortunately, I did not bother to ask him about how long that would be. So instead of taking a nice long 3 hour nap like I could have done, I said the alarm on my phone to go off every 15-20 minutes so I could wake up and check if we were stopping or not. After my bus transfer I had about another hour and a half on the bus. It snowed most of the way through and in fact, once we were up in the mountains, it was difficult to even tell where the mountains stopped and the sky started. After dropping off some skiers at the top, we made our way down the mountain to Årdal and after about 9 hours of traveling I finally made it at 3.30.

 

Lillian, her husband and her youngest daughter, Ingrid, picked me up at the bus stop and took me back to their home. I cannot even imagine growing up in this town. It touches right on the fjord, with a lake right behind it and mountains completely surrounding it. And their house not only had a spectacular view, but it looked as if it was right out of a home design catalogue- absolutely beautiful and so chic. After dropping my things off in the room, we all had a bite to eat completely with some good conversation.

Both Lillian and her husband are teachers. Lillian works with 7^th graders and he with 10^th graders. They have two daughters. Ingrid is 24 and works as a nurse in Bergen. Catherina is 27 and is married with two children- Casper (2) and Ella (1). She and her family also live in Årdal. In fact much of their family- aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents- all live in Årdal. Including, Lillian’s mother and father. Her father is my Grandma’s cousin.

Afterwards, Ingrid took me a drive and showed me around the town and some of the houses of her relatives. We stopped by the grocery store to pick up a few things and then headed back home for some supper. Not only does Lillian know how to decorate, but she also knows how to cook. We had a delicious salad and some homemade pizza. We finished out the night talking and watching some TV.

Saturday morning, after a quick breakfast, we headed out for Offerdal. To get over to that side of the mountain we had to take a few tunnels, which included Northern Europe’s steepest tunnel, which was slightly terrifying. Once on the right side of the mountain, we drove as far as we could get, but then had to park and walk about ¾ of a mile due to icy conditions. The weather and the view were absolutely beautiful so it didn’t matter. At the house we were met with Lillian’s parents and also her sister and her husband. They gave me a tour of the land and the house. The house itself is not the same one my Great-Grandmother was born in. It has been rebuilt, but it is on the same exact location as the old one. The house is surrounded by about 4 other buildings, all used for storage and keeping animals (when they had them) and an outhouse. One of the smaller buildings is actually the same as it was when my Great-Grandmother lived there. They also showed me a bunch of pictures of my different Norwegian relatives and even some pictures sent by family members in the States. I was also shown pictures of the time when my mother, uncle and grandparents came to Norway back when my Momma was about my age now.

We spent a good part of the early afternoon sitting on the deck eating and drinking tea and coffee. I was able to ask lots of questions and learn a bunch about my ancestors, with the help of Ingrid and her parents translating for me- Lillian’s parents do not speak English. After eating, they took me down by an old mill which my great-great-grandfather used to work at. In fact, he was the boss or so I’m told. Soon enough though we hiked back up the mountain to the car.

 

We made our way back to the house and after a quick shower, Catherina, her husband and her children joined us at the house for a while. The kids were so adorable. Casper is just learning to talk and so he could understand I didn’t speak Norwegian and that made him very shy. But I did get a big hug from them before they left. Ella is just about 1 (it’s her first birthday next Saturday) and so she was just as curious as could be. They stayed for about an hour or so and then had to head home, the kids were getting very tired.

Ingrid took me on another drive to show me the other half of Årdal. The city is separated by a lake and she showed me where she went to upper secondary school and where she used to work and such.  We made our way back home to more delicious food for supper and finished the night with a movie on TV and some more conversation.

Today (Sunday) after breakfast and packing, we made our way to the elementary/ middle school where they work. They gave me a nice tour of the school, showed me their classrooms and offices and other main spots. We then made our way over to Lillian’s parents’ house for lunch. Traditional meatballs and mashed potatoes, followed with some riscream for dessert. I do not think I have ever eaten so much in my life. After stuffing ourselves, they dug out some old photographs and we spent a good hour or so looking though old photos of the family. Soon enough it was time to head out so Ingrid could pick up her train back to Bergen. We dropped Ingrid off and then headed back to the house. I was able to finish up packing and then soon enough it was time to drop me off at the train station. Now, after a bus transfer and a transfer to the train I’m about a half an hour away from home, which sounds so wonderful after 8 hours of traveling.

My visit was short, but very sweet. Lillian and her family were so wonderful to me and I cannot begin to explain the simple amazement and honor I felt by being to go back to the home of my ancestors. It was quite the experience and I cannot thank them enough for having me.

With this trip completed, I’m back to Bø and back to finals. I have my first one on Tuesday and then will be finishing up hopefully by May 3^rd. I’m going to push myself to get all of my papers done before my mother makes her way here.

It is the most terrifying thing to think I will be going home in a month and 10 days. Don’t get me wrong- I miss you all back home dearly- but I am just not quite ready for this grand adventure to be over with. Actually I don’t know if I could ever be ready for it to be over with.

Rain, Rain, Go Away!

“The purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love color the most. ” ―John Ruskin

Lisbon         

Day 1- Happy Easter everyone! I hope you have (had) a wonderful time celebrating and were together with friends and family. My Easter started off rather early this morning. Europe’s daylight savings happened today, well last night, and so Abbie and I knew we had to be careful in setting our alarms to make sure we got up in time to catch our flight from Madrid to Portugal. We had about a 15 minute walk to a bus that we were told that’d take 40 minutes to get to the airport (really it only took half of that), so that meant alarms would go off at 5.45, so we could be leaving by 6.00 a.m. But also because of the time change that actually meant our alarms would be going off at 4.45. The alarms were set and we attempted to get a few hours of sleep, but soon enough my alarm was going off, so up I got, as quietly as possible, and got ready. About 5 minutes later I noticed Abbie’s alarm hadn’t gone off yet and she wasn’t moving. I got worried that we were going to be late, so I was about to wake her up when I checked my watch. My watch said it was only 3.50. My phone was smarter than me and changed itself ahead an hour, so I was up and ready a whole extra hour early. Slightingly I crawled back into bed and lay awake waiting for Abbie’s alarm to go off, knowing I’d be kicking myself later for loosing that sleep.

Once we were both up and ready, we walked over to the bus stop. I know Spaniards are known for being night owls, but it was crazy the amount of people who were still out at 6 in the morning! We made our way, hopped on the bus, made it through security and after an hour or so, jumped on the plane to Lisbon! Once we landed we grabbed another bus and made our way to our hostel. We checked in and dropped our things off and went to find something to eat.

The colors in this city are incredible! Every building, every house, is beautiful! I feel like I am living in an Easter basket right now. Unfortunately the colors are slightly dampened because it is currently pouring buckets of rain outside. We made our way to a little café and grabbed some lunch. Afterwards, we wandered through the city a little bit, but were soon driven back to our hostel from the down pour of rain and being soaked to the bone.

 

We are resting in our hostel now for a little while. I was able to skype a little with my Momma and then my brother Kevin and his girlfriend Kari. I got caught up with my pictures and even posted some of my earlier writings in my blog, while Abbie took a nap. Soon I’ll wake her up and we’ll head out to find some food!

Well, our original plan was to hit up a grocery store and make ourselves a meal, but, being Easter, it was closed. In fact, most things were closed, so we ended at a Hard Rock Café. It was kinda pricey, but we thought we deserved a nice meal on Easter. Our waitress let us know that at night there was a free concert starting at 11. So as Abbie and I finished up eating, we decided to head back to the hostel, shower and change and then come back to see the free concert.

 

I hopped in the shower first and as I finished getting ready, Abbie was borrowing my computer to skype with her family. I lay down and decided to take a quick nap while she was getting ready. Next thing I know, I woke up at 11.05 to Abbie coming in from the shower in her pajamas. She told me that skyping and her shower took longer than she thought and it was raining, so she thought she’d let me sleep and we could skip the concert. So after a quick change into my pj’s I was in bed and sleep away our long day of travels.

Day 2- This morning we awoke to sunshine, even though it was forecasted to rain all day. Having the Norwegian saying ‘There is no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing’ drilled into my head and not wanted to be caught off guard, I still packed along my umbrella.

Today we hopped on one of the famous yellow Lisbon trams and headed to a part of the city about a half an hour from our hostel. Here we spent the afternoon wandering around the Geronimo’s Monastery and the Belem Tower- two World Heritage Sites. Unfortunately, both were closed on Mondays, so we weren’t able to go inside. I’ve heard a lot of really good things about the monastery, so if you ever get a chance to go to Lisbon, don’t go to the monastery on Monday so you’ll be able to go inside. We spent the afternoon wandering through the streets and down by the harbor and looking at a statue they have of famous Portuguese explorers (including Vasco da Gama) called Padras dos Descobrimentos. I was lucky to bring my umbrella because it did start to sprinkle a couple of time.

 

Eventually we made our way back to the tram to catch a ride back to our hostel. The trams are always very full of people, so sometimes you get to stand pretty close to your neighbor. When we first hopped on the tram back, we were packed like sardines. Then gradually after a few stops the crowd thinned out; however there was an older man standing next to Abbie and I who was not backing off of our personal space. At first he was standing basically on top of Abbie, practically forcing into the lap of the person sitting next to her. I kept my eyes on him and if he got too close, I was going to pull Abbie back by me or go up and stand between them. Eventually the girl sitting got off, so Abbie hopped in her seat. I went up and stood next to her. Unfortunately the man came and stood right next to me. I kept moving closer and closer to Abbie, widening the space between me and the man, but he just kept moving closer. At first I thought he was just a creepy old man, that was until I felt him try to slip his hand into my back pocket and then I knew he was a pickpocketer. When I felt him do that, all I did was turn blatantly around and stare at him- throwing daggers with my eyes, the look I’ve picked up from all the times I’ve seen my Momma do it. At this point in time he backed off and even switched the area he was standing in. All I could think was did he think that I was that stupid to keep my money in my back pocket? (Like a good little tourist I keep my money and all of my valuables safely in front of me and in my hands. And then I slightly wish he had taken what was in my back pocket and then he would have been walking feeling really cool haven stolen a bunch of receipts and a half of a map from a little girl on the tram. I checked with Abbie and she had all of her things, so we got off lucky. Both Spain and Portugal (more so Spain and especially Barcelona) are known for theft, burglary and pickpocketing, so we have done pretty good with not having lost anything.

 

After a little shopping (shoes are super cheap in Portugal!) we made our way back to the hostel and rested. Soon we headed out for some supper at a restaurant recommend by our hostel. We stopped back in our hostel, planning on changing before we headed over to a Fado bar. Fado is a traditional form of Portuguese singing, which often sounds very mournful and is typically talking about love and life. At the bar we were going to, Monday was amateur night and free entrance. Unfortunately, we never ended up making it there- about 30 minutes before we were going to head out, a giant thunder storm came rolling through- lightening, heavy rain, thunder, the whole shebang. So once again we were stranded in our hostel, but that just provided another great night’s sleep.

 Day 3- Last day of spring break and our wonderful adventures and the sun never stopped shining! After a quick breakfast, we were out exploring the neighborhoods more in our area of town. We were gradually making our way to a flea market our hostel had told us about that runs every Sunday and Tuesday. The streets were winding and the house beautiful and the sun was shining down- everything was perfect!- except our map. I would say only 1/5^th of the roads were marked and in the area we were walking, I’d say maybe 1 out of every 10 were marked. This of course makes it very difficult to find your way around. After about an hour of wondering, and getting slightly on each other’s nerves, we found our way to the beautiful Sao Vicente de Fora Church. We were able to walk around inside, even use the bathroom, and enjoy the simple garden outside.

 

Thankfully, we wandered a little bit more and found the flea market right behind the church. The rest of our morning was spent wandering through the market and people watching. I even bought a couple of picture of Lisbon, done by a local photographer.

 

In the early afternoon, we took a trip up to the castle and spent a couple of hours walking around its grounds. The castle had been built in the 11^th century, so all that mainly remained were the walls of the structure and an archeological sight, but you were able to walk around and climb up there. There was an amazing view of the city from up top, which provided for some great pictures.

 

Also, wandering around the grounds was a bunch of peacocks. Quite a few females and then some very brightly colored males. As Abbie and I were busy taking pictures of one of the males, we look right next to us and another one had opened his feathers! That was the first time I had ever seen a peacock with open features and it was quite a sight to be seen.

 

After the castle, we had a quick lunch and made our way to the harbor. The rest of the afternoon and early evening were spent soaking up the last bit of sunshine we could get.

 

Eventually the time, and an oncoming migraine for me, sent us back to the hostel. There we finished the evening packing (another super early morning flight for us), stopping and picking up fruit for breakfast at the grocery store and a quick dinner. Eventually we found our beds for a short period of time.

Day 4- Our morning started entirely too early. A taxi picked us up at 4.45 (it was even too early for any public transportation) and our first flight departed at 7.00. We had a 3 hour layover in Madrid and now a 4 hour wait for the train in the Rygge airport. Soon, I’ll find my bed back in Bø at 12.30 tonight. It’s a long day of traveling.

Overall, my spring adventures these past two weeks have been wonderful. It seems like ages ago since I was in Scotland. I’ve been asked what city I liked the best, but that’s like trying to pick your favorite child- you just can’t do (or maybe you can, but you shouldn’t!). I loved the pubs in Scotland, the beaches in Barcelona, the parks in Madrid and the colors of Lisbon. I loved the lively atmosphere in them all! But I will say I did appreciated the warm weather in Spain more than the cold of Scotland and the rain of Lisbon, but you can’t let weather dampen your parade!

But now I must be back to Norway, back to school and back to the books. April brings a month full of finals and I want to get them all done before my Momma rolls into town! 36 days until she’s here and 52 days till I touch down in the States!

Livin' La Vida Loca

'Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music.' -George Carlin

Madrid!

Day 1- Well, after successfully navigating Madrid’s metro, we successfully made it to our hostel and they were even nice enough to put us in the same room. It was a very early morning and traveling was wearing on us, we spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing and catching up in our room. We headed out in the early evening to find some food and took a walk along the Gran Via- one of the main streets. We stopped for pizza, had some frozen yogurt and did a little window shopping. But soon enough the cold wind and the exhaustion sent us back to our hostel and to our warm beds.

Day 2- The sun was shining today and the sky was nice and clear. After a breakfast in our hostel we headed out to discover Madrid. We began our adventure at the Reina Sofia museum and saw many works by Picasso, Dali and several other famous artists. After a couple of hours of wandering around there, we made our way to the Realto Park. It was beautiful. The temperature was perfect, you could smell the flowers, there was green grass. Along one of the main paths, there were venders set up selling old books, around one of the statues people were showing off their rollerblading. Within the park there were various statues, building and memorials we stopped at. My favorite by far was the glass castle situated right off of a pond the middle of the park. It is a building consisting basically of only windows, with the goal to interconnect the natural and the artificial as much as possible. Outside of another one of the memorials there was a large pond, with tons people riding around in blue rowboats- completely picturesque.

After we made our way out of the park, we stopped for something quick to eat then made our way to the Prada museum. Being a student is great, especially when it means free entry to most of the attractions. We spent time looking around the museum, got a lost a few times, but eventually found our way out. We were exhausted by this point and decided to head back to our hostel for a late siesta time. Later we headed out for a nice supper, and we ended up stopping at a 50’s style dinner. Abbie and I were both really craving some good hamburgers and couldn’t pass up the chance to have a shake. We were seated and ordered and ate all our heart’s desire. About half way through the meal, our waiter came up to our table, bring us some more drinks and then asked me if I had ever been told I look like Hillary Duff. I laughed and said I never had, but thanks. About ten minutes later he came back and asked if I knew any of Hillary Duff’s songs. Again, I laughed and said I didn’t think I did. He started singing some different ones of her songs to me and I just kept laughing. I said I might know something from “The Lizze Mcquire Movie” and he begged me to sing a song with him, saying “I know I’m never going to meet Hillary Duff, so this is the closest I’ll ever come.” So although I am lacking all musical talent, I sung a few stanzas of ‘This is What Dreams Are Made Off’ with him. Later as he was bringing our bill over, he again had another song for us to sing together. But again I had no idea what the song was. Mainly I was amazed at how many songs he knew from Hillary Duff! I left the restaurant feeling like a star J

Day 3- Unfortunately today was a very wet, cold and rainy day, but fortunately, as it’s been a few months since we’ve seen the rain instead of snow, both Abbie and I welcomed the rain. After breakfast we made our way to the opposite side of the city today. We first stopped at the Temple of Debod, which is an old Egyptian temple, given to Spain in the 60’s as a thank-you for help they provided Egypt. The building inside was covered with many hieroglyphics which was really interesting to see in the middle of Madrid, Spain.

We then made our way through a park to the Palace. The line to get inside was horrendous and we didn’t feel like waiting a couple of hours in the rain. So instead we made our way next door to a couple of the Cathedrals and walked inside them. Absolutely beautiful. I have never seen a church with so many bright colors compared to the two we went into.

We gradually made our way back to the hostel and took a quick shower. We didn’t want to spend the rest of the afternoon hidden away in our hostel, so instead we decided to go café hopping. At around 6 o’clock we made our way back to the hostel and I got information about the Semana Santa (Holy Week) processions that would be happening tonight in honor of Good Friday. Starting at 7 p.m. and then a few more at 7.30, about 6 different processions would be going around the city. About 4 of them were going to be headed straight through the Plaza Mayor. I was beyond excited for this! I learned about these celebrations during high school and I was dying to see them! We made our way to the Plaza, found a great spot, and waited. And waited….and waited….We sat in the rain for about an hour waiting for the processions, which never came. I was so upset and sad that I somehow missed them. It was so disappointing. Abbie was a trooper though and sat through the rain with me waiting for something that she knew nothing about and tried to cheer me up. So we stopped back at the hotel, I did a little research and I am hoping to see one of the processions tomorrow.

We then made our way back out on the streets and stopped at a restaurant not too far off from our hostel called La Tía Cebolla or ‘Aunt Onion’. It was probably the greatest and cheapest restaurant we’ve been to yet. The waiters were hilarious and our food was delicious. We had paella and sangrias, and the waiters even threw in a couple of free drinks too which made it even better. Right as we were getting our check I quick ran downstairs to use the bathroom. Everything was going fine and dandy, I took care of my business, flushed and was headed out to wash my hands so we could be on our way…But how wrong I was. I turned the lock on the handle, twisted the knob, and pulled, but the door wouldn’t open… Ladies and gentlemen, I was literally stuck in the bathroom. I pulled on the door, pushed the door, pounded on the door, but it was not opening. For about 10 minutes I sat there using my whole effort trying to get out of this tiny, gross, bathroom under a noisy Spanish pub. I felt like I was in the beginning of some horror film or I was about to get ‘taken’ or left to die or something like that. I had just about given up when I heard a woman on the other side, speaking to me in Spanish. Having absolutely no idea what she was saying I just kept repeating ‘Ayúdame! I’m stuck!’ (Help me! I’m stuck!). She said something else in Spanish and I sat there praying she had said something about getting me help. Another 30 seconds later, one of our servers came crashing through the door and freed me! I was so happy and embarrassed and relieved, I’ll I kept saying was gracias over and over. I made my way back up to a very concerned Abbie and had to explain what happened. At that point in time, I was laughing so hard, I could barely explain it all.

After we paid and laughed a little more, we made our way to a restaurant called Villa Rosa, where we were going to see a late night flamenco show. For about 22 euro, we got a drink and ended up with front row seats to an hour long live flamenco show. It was amazing. The way they could sing and move their feet was unbelievable. I snuck a video of it (I think you can hear me getting yelled at the end of the video), so enjoy J

That lasted pretty late so we made our way back to the hostel and slept well.

Day 4- Today was a very lazy and relaxing day. After breakfast, we went back up to our room to relax for most part of the morning. In the afternoon, we made our way out and wandered around the streets, stopping in a bakery for lunch and a grocery store to pick up breakfast for tomorrow, among many other stores as well. Later, we made our way to a park and spent a good portion of time sitting in the grass soaking up as much sunshine we could get.

We then wandered towards the main plaza and unsuccessfully waited for another Semana Santa procession that again never came. So we found our way to Puerta del Sol and got some gelato and did a little people watching. The square is full of people dressed in costumes trying to take your picture with them and then ask for money for it. Mostly they pick on little kids and then make their parents fork up the cash.

We headed back to the hostel to pack up and finishing organizing everything for our early departure tomorrow and then found a really delicious restaurant for supper. Soon enough though it was time for bed and adios Spain and hello Portugal!