It’s very early Monday morning, nobody except me and Mom is awake, (actually just Mom now, I’m taking a nap on Vanjas kitchen couch) The weekend has been so eventful and wonderful, and so many pictures that I doubt I can tell it all in one day. I probably mix it all up even though it’s nothing wrong with MY memory, Mom doesn’t always follow.................and ...........well you know.

Friday evening we moved Adrienne to a quieter spot away from the festival across the river, to make sure we could get some sleep. In the morning Mom changed the propane tank...........(she’s getting pretty good at this stuff, although it took a phone call to an old friend for advice

Than we parked Adrienne by Moms old church and went for a bike ride along the river to a craft fair,that was absolutely awesome. Mom and Lotta started that remembering stuff again..............

         

Oh if these walls could speak I thought..............................thank God they don’t said Mom............seems like I never will get the opportunity to pick up on any of the juicy stuff, that I could use as blackmail in exchange of treats..........

Here's a cute little Morris .................I thought Morris was a cat ?

The crafts presented was fantastic, so many beautiful handmade things. It made it real difficult to resist shopping. Lotta bought a gorgeous felted hat a very talented lady named Rigvor had made...........sure suited her we thought.

 

 

 

 

 

 

these bird houses was amazing, and Mom liked the stork, but didn't buy one ? I don’t know what’s up with her ?? she didn’t shop anything ?.....................oh I forgot, she blught cinnamon buns.........

 

 

Dad loves princess cake, but this one is crocheted and therefor hard to digest, but on the other hand it’ll last forever

 

   

 

 

we peeked in to a house where a very sweet lady was preparing for “fika” ( coffee and cake, remember the important Swedish word ?)

 

 

   There was a lot of  music playing, but I wasn’t too excited about it even though it wasn’t too loud, not like at the town feast.

Two men are playing a very complicated instrument called “nyckelharpa” loosely translated to key harp. It’s used to play traditional folk music, and the earliest instrument  found year 1526. Moms Dad built one, but never learned how to play it.

 

 

There was also a lot of accordian music.............again not my favorite, but Mom and Lotta liked it.

 

 

I have a lot more to tell, but breakfast is on, so I'll continue later.............

Wet kisses

 

 

 

 

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