Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
me: Cold day. Nearly got smacked by a snowflake. Mountains are sugar-powdered. Raw... but I can guarantee you that the green beer's flowing. Still reading... a great day to curl up with a book. Went to Bernice's Bakery in the morning. Good choice. Ended up in conversation with two Montanans, Loris and Linda (of Minnesota Swedish background ...can't avoid Swedes ...they are everywhere!) and one Alaskan (Iñupiaq). Very intelligent and interesting conversation. History... women's roles... West-Asia (a.k.a. Europe) and other subjects. It's moments like that that make me stay here. The people are usually interesting and tolerant and kind. Usually ...I'm no fool; but, in general that's how it is here in Missoula. A group speaking Spanish just left the booth at Liquid Planet. That too is heart-warming ...one can speak another language here with getting mean looks or fear in the eyes or worse ..."why don't you speak English". As if a private conversation is anyone's business! Language when I visit Europe? That needs to be addressed. Danish, Dutch, German... plus my raggedy French and tattered Norwegian? Ouch. Need to have a translator or phrase book. Only one month to go. 40,219 |