I want to share a small story of adventure. This was a trip that I had meant to take for several years – I take trips often sometimes for work sometimes for fun. I once heard:
The only things we get to take and keep from our lives are our memories – so make them good and make them often.
So, this trip was to my paternal ancestral home. To meet the cousin of my grandfather and all his family. To visit the home and farm where my great grandfather grew up. To see where and how they lived – for me it was a very personal journey.
It started from our Belgian home (where my husband is from) from there we flew into Bergan. Where my 3rd? Cousin ( I’m not sure, but we are related) picked us up at our hotel “Det Hanseatiske Hotel” from there we went on a walk around town we visited the “Juhls’ Silver Gallery” which was just next to the hotel. The silver gallery there sells silver that was mined in Norway and features local designs – I meant to stop back in to buy some gifts, but they were closed when we went back. I will just have to go again.
From there we took the funicular up Mount Floyan – it was snowing so hard when we went up there, but it was beautiful none the less.
once we came down from Mount Floyan, we had a walk around the city and other shops, then said goodbye to my cousin.
We went to dinner at “Bryggeloftet & Stuene” it was great we had the whale, cod and elk.
The next morning my cousin picked us up and we started the trek to Huglo to meet and have lunch with all the family.
it was a long drive that involved taking two ferries through the fjords; it was beautiful the pictures don’t do justice to the landscape.
When we arrived we had a very welcoming lunch of sheep soup made by my second cousin from their sheep then we had a tour of the old farm including the former cookhouse where my great-great-grandparents did their cooking and the house where my great-grandfather was born.
It is amazing to think about how much life has changed since their time; without our physiology changing. They were known by people who still live – their lives are only one living person away from mine.
It was a very reflective trip for me. I thought a lot about how many others I could have as relations, why my great-grandfather left, and what it means to choose and build a life for yourself.