We arrived in Molde, a seaside town in the northwest, last evening and were greeted warmly by our hosts Frank and Ann, their daughters Hannah and Ellen, and Frank's brother Arne. We sat outside on their veranda and drank some excellent wine with yet another postcard view of the mountains.
This morning, after another stellar Norwegian breakfast, we took a cruise around Molde in Arne's '57 Plymouth Fury, visiting a few shops here and there, but mostly just lookin' cool. (It's not that I really needed any help in that department, but the cruiser was a nice touch.)
This afternoon, we gathered with my grandparents' cousin Bergfryd, who lavished us with a wonderful lunch. Dear reader, you haven't tasted strawberries until you've tasted NORWEGIAN STRAWBERRIES!
We bought some fresh fish from the market earlier and we're now preparing a dinner of grilled monkfish, salmon, halibut and whale (!).
(The last photo you see was snapped just a few seconds ago. For you Luddites out there, that's called Live Blogging. And that's why this blog is better than yours.)
The weather's turning a little cloudy and rainy on us this evening, but it will be fascinating to watch as it moves from the mountains, to the sea and then to shore.
2 comments:
I'm proud of you for taking a picture of the food!
P.S. I hope you meet at least one person with the name Grete with an "E" while you're there.
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