The Explosion in Oslo, My Norwegian Mum and A Cute Pair of Shoes

“Hey, Mom’s OK,” Hubby said tersely into the phone. My mind raced. Why wouldn’t my mother-in-law be OK? Did I forget that something was supposed to happen today? “What do you mean?” I asked.

“There was an explosion in Oslo. She’s OK.”

My mind kicked into sixth gear. I’d been pretty unplugged most of the morning, so really didn’t know what was going on in the world outside my bubble. I ran downstairs and flipped on the TV.

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A Little Norwegian Help On Taking A Vacation

My husband complained to me that it’d been too long since we’d gone on vacation. I thought he was being ridiculous since we last had a weekend getaway in November. Then I remembered ah yes, it’s the Norwegian in him.

The view of Lake Como.

Hubby was born in Norway and moved here when he was 19. In his “muthaland” as he calls it, the law requires that workers have at least 25 paid vacation days and there’s 10 public holidays.

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