Today is the longest day of the year and I will always remember at June 21 that I spent in Norway, the land of the midnight sun and much else. What a beautiful country. Here’s a post I wrote about it some years ago, on a sad occasion but that June 21 was magical.
Norway is on my mind today. I watch in horror as news of the tragedy that happened in that beautiful country races across our screens of all sizes. It’s hard to fathom how these atrocities continue to happen. I have difficulty processing it all.
I decided to write something about Norway today because Norway oddly enough is a country I feel close to. Oddly I say because I don’t have a stitch of Norwegian in my genetic tapestry.
What I do have though are dear friends from Norway, some I met in Italy and others here in New York City.
In fact, when I first moved to Milan in 1995, I lived with some Norwegians. For seven months I slept on their couch, ate “brown cheese” and gravlax as often as possible. We became fast friends and have been so ever since.
My lovely friend Kristen is from a beautiful…
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