Month: August 2014

Sunday Evening

sunday evening

Sunday evening, my holiday had officially started and so we went to celebrate with sushi at Orienten. Yummy. I was to busy eating to remember photographing the lovely maki-rolls, even though Karoline and me ordered two rounds. Tone and Ilakkiya had this massive lamb and chicken thingy with lots of fruit, and we were all very happy. I wore my jelly shoes. Such a good day.

sunday evening
sunday evening
sunday evening

How great are these girls?!

sunday evening
sunday evening

Expecto Patronum #1 – Sunndalen

Jenstad-Åmotan

Noko av det første eg gjorde da eg kom heim i sommar var å gå tur i fjellet. Morfar er ekspert og tok med seg Tone, mormor og meg på rundtur. Og lyset var perfekt.

Jenstad-Åmotan

Når vi kom ned til botnen av Svøufallet starta det å regne litt. Men det blanda seg så fint med vatnet som kom frå fossen at vi ikkje merka det. Desuten vart det regnboge. Heilt magisk.

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Stien gjekk over ei hengebru. Vi kom over alle som ein, men eg var glad for at Balto ikkje var der, han som er så redd for vatn.

Jenstad-ÅmotanJenstad-ÅmotanVi møtte nokre sauer og lam. Nokon av dei kom heilt bort for å sei hei, men dei fleste var for sjenerte.

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Kameraeksperten morfar.

Jenstad-ÅmotanEg er så heldig som har fått vakse opp i natur som det her!

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One of the first things I did when I came back to Norway was to go hiking. My granddad took my sister, my nan and me on a lovely hike around waterfalls with rainbows and young lambs. The light was amazing! I am so lucky to have grown up around nature like this.

The Realisation

The Leaf Thief

When I come home to Ålesund, there is always this strange feeling that consists of several that hits me straight in the head and sends me off to some kind of coma I don’t seem to be able to wake up from until the end of whichever vacation I am on. Obviously, I have been missing my family and friends, and can’t wait to see them, and I want to work in my amazing job and want to do everything that I used to do when I was younger, like reading the Harry Potter series on rainy summer days, having ice cream on the pier with my best people and eat Laban Seigemenn and Nonstop in front of a film.

Then it slowly comes creeping, that cold, misty feeling of I don’t want to be here. At all. I want to go back to my crazy, happy, unreal sitcom-life in Falmouth. And the other day, I discovered why.

To me, Ålesund is Azkaban. It feels like some kind of prison where I am not allowed to think any happy or creative thoughts, because the dementors will feed on them and make them seem to me, invalid and ridiculous. Obviously, this is mostly my own fault, and something every sensible person would grow out of, but I haven’t been able to do that yet. Ålesund is just not the place for me. And until I learn to conjure a proper patronus, I will blame the waffle-jacket wearing, right-wing voting, fake-blond-slick-hair, art and culture hating dementors that live here for my misfortunes. Oh, and some of the fire-alarm-button-pushing tourists as well.

 

And with this I think my blog is re-opened.

Expecto Patronum.

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