No, I did not. And no, I did not.
To be honest, I didn't really give the conversation that much of my attention. It sounded to me like one of those pipe dreams we cook up when we're fantasizing about how our lives would be if we were all as organized, altruistic, and motivated as we wish we were. And sure enough, nothing ever came of it. School started, fall weather set in, and everyone forgot all about it. Or so I thought.
Much to my surprise, Vigdis called out of the blue earlier this month to ask, "Is anything happening from the 21st to the 24th?"
"Um, besides school not being out yet, no. Why?"
"Does it matter?"
"Does what matter?"
"That school isn't out yet?"
"Vigdis! Help me out here. What are we talking about?"
"I told the girls I'd take them to Legoland. I want to do it between the 21st and the 24th. Do you have anything else planned?"
"Oh. No, I guess we don't. So, I guess that would work."
"Great! We need to figure out a way to get Amanda to Stavanger then. Do you think she'd be okay to fly down on her own?"
"Wait. You're planning to take them alone? Just you?"
"Won't that be awfully boring for you?"
"Yes. But I promised them, so, you know..."
"Wouldn't it be more fun for you if I went too?"
You could feel the relief oozing from her soul with that one extended esssssss.
And that's the story of how Amanda ditched school two days early, and the four of us: Amanda, Camilla, Vigdis, and I, set out for Legoland.
We drove from Stavanger. Took the ferry from the southern tip of Norway to the northern tip of Denmark. And then we drove some more. On a map, Denmark just doesn't seem like it should be that big, but in fact it takes hours and hours to get from any one where in Denmark to another where in Denmark. So if you were to ask the girls how the trip went, they'd roll their eyes at you and whine, "Ugh, it took foreverrrrrr!"
And you'd feel the outrage oozing from their souls with that one extended errrrr.
The weather was threatening, to say the least. We drove the final two hours to Billund in an all out deluge, and we feared we might have to put the girls off another day in hopes of better weather. But, miraculously enough, right around the time we started seeing "Legoland, thisa way" signs, the clouds broke and the sun prevailed. Perfect amusement park conditions.
|Happy faces. Finally!|
|They probably wouldn't be able to articulate it themselves, but I'm pretty sure these smiles say,|
"It was worth the wait!"
|Vigdis and I spent most of our time here at this outdoor restaurant while the girls ran from ride to ride.|
They'd get hungry or thirsty from time to time, but for the most part we were left blessedly alone to chat.
My kind of vacation!
She gave it her all, dear heart. But after two and a half hours at the waterpark, Camilla was wiped out and coming down with a fever. Amanda was not as gracious as she might have been at having her fun cut short, but she's still small enough to pick up and bully so we got her out of the pool eventually...
That night was St. Hans. In Norway, they build huge bonfires along the coast to celebrate mid-summer night. In Denmark, the bonfires are considerably smaller, but much more interesting because, turns out, they burn paper mache witches on them! After choking down a paracet for the fever, Camilla was feeling well enough to come out and join the fun.
|I kept telling them to get closer so I could get a good picture of both them and the burning witch.|
They were all like, "Fuck that, woman! This is close enough!"
|Thanks for a wonderful, impromptu vacation Tante Vigdis!|
Let's do it again sometime, only...without the vomit maybe, 'kay?