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 We went up..

 and came down :)

 "This is too small"

 yum-yum-yum

 The cakes were super delicious

Little firefighter!

uhm, why do photos get so fuzzy here??
Have a good sunday!
Bisous!

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 Have you ever seen a streetlight wave like a birch tree-top in the wind?

Martin was at sea from Monday morning until Sunday afternoon. With no phoneconnection or internet. "No news - good news". It was a rough week. My first time being alone with two. The boys got sick just before the trip and we had some real windstorm in the middle of the week and were therefore trapped indoors for days. Luckly there were good moments, conversations too. Im amazed how good people cook here. Lifesavers.

Last week i got a new habbit. After the boys are asleep i usually wake up, since i must fall asleep in the most uncomfortable position, sneak upstairs and make some good night tea that was amongst the stuff we got from someone who just moved away from here last week. It reminded me of the stuff we left behind and gave away, from cocoa to salt and everything in between. Some of the things were even exactly the same. It really is "what goes around, comes around". So i'd be siting on the couch, dinrking tea, reading something in the internet, because a book would have made me too lonely. And the feeling of being somewhat connected to the world was essential. The wind was scary. Scary as in "this house is going to be blown off this island" and "will the ship be okay?". While the day was just managing emotions and being strong, capable, doing what has to be done, the nights were to be: freaking frightened (:

I can laugh abou it now, since my seaman is home, safe and sound.

 I think if you, in this blog: me, are in a new environment alone you first take it in. Im not sure how to explane it. It's like you are a tape on pause, because different music is playing. Or better, you are the new bassist of a band, first you listen, catch the beat and then later, you open up and improvise, your color comes out. The beginning is a great bit timid. Because there are too many jokes about bassist anyway.

I'm just not that person to walk in a room and dance a solo, while sparkling confetti falls from the ceiling. But i wish i was. 

I do confetti, but it's in my pocket.

:) 

Have a colorful week!

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This guy is awesome. And the stories he tells. You're an awesome dude, Juss!

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 Good morning! 

 Somewhere Sukkertoppen...

 not in the best mood, can happen (:

 cotton-like thing growing and glowing

 That way...

and the other way.

Tonights amazement: a rainbow -something very rare here- in the evening.

there was the whole thing, but my camera just didn't focus when i pointed it towards the sky.

Martin is doing fieldwork and i'm doing the rest ;)

Working towards a sweet Sunday! Can do. 

Bisous!

I'll leave some mood-music here as well 

   

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There was a little debate in my head about the language here, but in the end i decided, that since the two readers of my blog have one in common - english- i'll stick to that. Well, and i did learn a new english word today: gale. 16m/s  wind is near gale apparently. Nice. But the wheater has been good to us really. As we met people who moved here from India in november, i think we are totally being pampered. We have night and day and also similar conditions like at home in some rougher winter/spring-times.

I think about what to write and it always changes in the end. I have this idea for a post and when i actually get to write one: the paper is blank. There is this fear of white paper, a condition of artist and poets. Sometimes i'll be thinking about similar things. How weird. How interesting. How intriguing. Would be the things i'd think then, but nothing more specific, since time seems to be too precious to waste it on... well.. thinking(figuring) something out.

By Lot Madeleine

I like it here. Especially on weekends.

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Last Sunday we didn't really get to the top of Sugartop-mountain Sukkertoppen, but almost. Sometimes I still can't believe, that the view outside isn't a wallpaper. Our gaze is drawn to every white, blue mountain on the horizon. 
Im yet too tired to write, but i'll get around to it. There's just been too much hassle about sending stuff from home, that it's exhausting. Oh, well, just baked some white bread and head to sleep. Good night!

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Hello, World! 
I thought i start with some bad quality photos, just to show some improvement later :)