This morning, I spent my breakfast with the Wikipedia articles of Norway history in WWII as well as some of the Norwegian public figures. (Why is the street called Roald Amundsen? Oh, he was the first one to the South Pole, and who Roald Dahl was named after.)
Off by bus to church (I forgot my old gloves on the bus; they had holes, so not a big loss), where the Malagasy church joined us with their pastor preaching a really encouraging sermon. Here are all the kids up front singing.
After church and fellowship time (Anya talked with a high school young woman whose dad works for NATO), we walked to Dolly Dimple’s for pizza with a light rain.
Waiting for our pizza in our favorite table in the corner with windows on 2 sides, Anya took out her knitting.
We bused home, where I napped and awoke to spend the afternoon with emails and preparations for our trip to Sweden in early May. It is so dramatic to go a few hours and be in another country (more like Vancouver–not like to Baltimore, Denver, Minneapolis, Atlanta, San Jose, etc.). Since we got here 2.5 months ago, Tørbjorn (our sometimes basement dweller) has been to Berlin, Amsterdam, and Liverpool. (Shh, I’m not sure if his parents in Berkeley know he’s gone and not in his university classes!)
With blessings,
Beth