Birthday

27 years ago, tomorrow, I became a mother. Nothing can really prepare you for the incredible pain, fear and joy of giving birth for the first time. Nothing can really prepare you for the wonder of this tiny little human being. Where did he come from? From me? From us? It is like nothing you've ever experienced. It is a really, really, strange, weird, wonderful experience.

As for the tiny person in question. He turned out to be a lovely child, a generous youth and a valiant and friendly adult. Happy birthday, Daniel!!

La niña de Guatemala.

Este fin de semana voy a escribir un análisis sobre el poema de José Martí que tiene el nombre popular - " la niña de Guatemala". Que bonito es! "Quiero , a la sombra de un ala, - Contar este cuento en flor: - la niña de Guatemala, - la que se murió de amor. " No he escrito mucho, pero ahora conozco (corecto usado, este verbo?) casi todo de memoria. Es tambien algo bueno, no?

My people shall dwell in a house of peace.

There was another house. Long time ago. Deep in the forests of Norway. A house of peace. Yes, there was peace, but not only. How we loved that house, and the people who lived there and the people who came and left again. There was room, for we were many and the houses plentyfull. But as we were many there came a time of different wills. We forgot the way of peace and began to fight amongst ourselves over the direction our peaceful wandering should take. What a waste! What a sad, sad waste.

THIS HOUSE

This house thinks she is a tree. She listens to Bombadil and drinks deep. Too many stories told here in this house. Her walls are getting wet, but she won't listen. You're a bloody old stone house stupid!! Well, really she is beautiful. Old and beautiful with a lovely soul. And space enough for everyone in "the gang" to come visiting. But now she thinks she's a tree, and we are fairies? Come on, old mom - wake up. Your people are getting wet, and you need us, you know, or you'll be rubble and your land will be sold to build new houses. Good business that! " Ooh, hoo, what to doo?" (Owl-language, learnt that i Narnia. Very helpful)

I need to practice

I need to practice. This - among other things. I tried to make a better heading - hmm. Try again later. So far it's only me reading this anyhow.

Nowadays I'm working hard to learn Sevillana. A dance. Looked fun - is quite difficult. Everybody turn right; I turn left. Everybody stamp feet; I stamp offbeat. Now it's arms also - this is a real challenge. I feel like an clumsy elephant among gracious deer. (Well - I am). But I will not quite give up yet. My friend Nina says she will give me private lessons. A good friend. She's really good at it, "ojala" I'll get there.

As to the word "ojala" which in spanish means hopefully - I'm also working really hard with the spanish language. I started out on a university course - why? Because it was free, and we were a gang that started together. My english friend Paul ("Hi Paul "- in case he reads this..) said last year that the level was too hight for me - but did I listen? Nope! So far I'm a D-student. Well - passed two exams, but for what cost! Still I continue - what's driving this crazy woman?

VELKOMMEN - WELCOME - BIENVENIDO

This is my blog - called "B-gjengen" because that was the common name given to my family, or should I say our three boys, now grown. I'm a mummy, still, and cling to the old name of "the gang". I am, and my family is, Norwegian. But my mum is English, and for some time of my life I have lived in New Zealand. Just now I live with my husband in the Canary Island, off the shore of Marocco.(in case you did'nt know). That explains the Spanish.
Me llamo Ana y vivo con mi marido en un pueblo en Gran Canaria que llama Mogán. Soy noruega. En este blog voy a escribir en noruego, inglés y español. Muy bienvenido a todos.