This is where I live now, Odense on the small island of Funen in Denmark. All flat, long beaches, warm summers and wonderful people. 
Here I have my familiy - husband and kids, and I have lived here for almost 20 years....
But I feel my Norwegian bones, and sometimes I just crave and long for the mountains and cold seas of Norway.
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craving the cold - that is different - but I can see it if that is where you are from....
doggy: I guess it's like what you say; when you have it you don't want it - when I lived there I wanted to leave, and now I don't live there...ah well.
I've never seen pictures of Odense, where Grandpa Olaf's father came from. It's very pretty, but I understand wanting to go home, too!
Oh, and you and Bundy can come for cake any time. We'll have meringue topped cake, so he doesn't eat too much sugar.
marjie: thanks - you'll never know, all of a sudden we're at your doorstep... and feel free to come visit when you're over here ancestor-searching..:o)
What's so interesting to me is that the feeling of missing a place that is in one's bones--even if one has never been to that place--is so strong in many Americans. I know I feel a resonance with Finland (where my grandpa was from)...the trees, the water...that plays out in my daily appreciations. There is some sort of heritage-ish memory of place.
Ah, det var en fin post! Norge savner nok deg også Monica!
Oh, I am so jealous of your beautiful house!You have such a charming scenery!!!
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