Finally! 1975...again

Hoo boy...and as The Norwegian Bachelor Farmer says, how sweet it is!

Today, my POSSLQ and I are headed to Scandinavia. A little Reykjavik here (look--I learned how to spell it!), a fjew fjords there, and a celebration of Grieg's birthday on the 15th...oh yes, a fine trip indeed. Oh, and I guess Trevor should show up at that conference in Uppsala on the 20th. I mean, they did admit his paper, after all...

The nicest thing is that yes, I have been to Scandinavia before, but I was barely even 2. I brought back souvenirs (chicken pox) and was rumored to have enjoyed talking to people (Apparently I ran through the hotel restaurant one morning, commanding my fellow Norse to "EAT! EAT!") Not exactly the affair to remember.

In more amusing notes, apparently a little 2 year old with chicken pox and a pacifier looks like Churchill with his cigar. (This, according to my father, an honorary member of the club of Norwegian Bachelor Farmer; you can't have full membership after marriage...especially to a German girl! ) Also, we got written up in the paper once (visiting some cousin in Norway I guess?) only my brother with his angelic long brown hair was reported as "Dorothy" instead of "Garthe".

So sure, I got chicken pox and remember barely nothing else--but Garthe spent the next few years trying to convince people he was a BOY. Our neighbor Frau Annie even got him overalls and embroidered "BOY" on the front pocket.

The flight leaves at 11:35 tonight, so we have this whoooooole day to think about all the things we could possibly forget. I haven't forgotten anything yet! So wish us luck. We don't want our first Norwegian to be uff da!