I had a brilliant plan for a card: it involved Santa hats, and a globe, and a caption about axial tilt being the reason for the season. But my sullen, ornery children would. not. cooperate. I became angry. Boy became miserable. There were tears. And in the end, a glass ornament was shattered. I felt it best to cut my losses and run from the project.
A couple weeks later we visited the hastily resurrected Pepperkakeby (Gingerbread City). Spirits were considerably higher that day. The resulting pictures, more flattering. Even Boy--still feeling somewhat guilty, no doubt, from the drama he had created the last time I tried to take a picture of him--sat still, and sort of smiled.
So you'll recall the sad fate of the first Pepperkakeby. They did catch the guy who did it. Some drunk, possilby high (they never said which) 20 year old went in alone, and sort of lost his mind a little bit. He ended up pretty much turning himself in after a couple of his friends ratted him out for the 100,000 kroner reward money. But get this--apparently, this kid showed so much remorse, was so literally sick with guilt, and beside himself with the pressure of being hated and vilified by the entire country, that the authorities decided not to punish him any further. Nothing. As far as I understood it, they just let the kid go. (If anyone out there knows otherwise, please let me know. It is possible that I missed the news of any futher fines levied against him. But the news of the day right after they caught him was that he had more or less punished himself enough.)
As I also mentioned, Bergen businesses and residents pulled together and had a new gingerbread city ready to open the following week. We had to be in town the first Sunday it was open for a play which Emma's art class had made the stage scenery for, so we decided to go in early enough to stop by the Pepperkakeby first.
Good thing we got there in plenty of time. Check out this line. There were articles in the paper about how long that line was. Big news here, apparently....
The line moved relatively fast, we were at the entrance in 35 minutes. Just enough time to take all the above pictures you've just been enjoying.
Here are a few shots to give you an idea of the scale of the thing. It really is rather impressive.
All the local landmarks are represented. This is the harbor restaurant where Mister proposed to me. Awwwwww.
Mister was rather proud to find this one. That's one of his boats. Not his, obviously. He doesn't own it. But he did design it. It's a coast guard vessle that the navy docks here in Bergen.
Stay tuned for the conclusion of JEDA's heartwarming, coming-of-age story. Yes. There's more. Though something tells me it might be tedious and boring to include anymore of it, it's a saga that has been brewing in me all year. I'm telling it as much for my own sake, as anyone else's. Skip it if you're weary. But I have a feeling that this blog is going to be a whole lot of Edumacatin' Norwegian-wise from here on out. Consider yourselves alerted to the programming change.