lets get disguised and attend a fabulous party!

One saturday in march there was a fabulous party in Palermo. we got dressed and danced all night!

Take me to the beach

the Beautifull and lovely Caroline Hacè took the long jurney all the way from Tromsø to go to the beach with me. we ate lots of rabas and had a lot of drinks and swam a lot in the ocean. We got tanned relaxed and drunk, all the important ingredients of a beach hollyday. Unfortunally we had some minor complication with the local ATM machine so the leaving was not som easy as we had hoped. lets just say that after five houres running up and down the steets of Villa Gesel looking for a bank that would give us mony so that we could check out of the hotel, we were happy to get on the bus back to the city.

And so I go to Uruguay

Colonia de Sacramento is really beautiful, the historical center is on UNESCOS world heritage list, and with good reason. one of the most beatifull sites I have wisited so far. spendt the day on the beach, got a little burned even with spf 65, but thats how it goes with milkywhite girls from Norway.

At night when I was going to get dinner my shoe broke(ofcourse my only pair) and everything but the souvernire shops was closed, and the only shoelike things they had was brown lether slippers(like grandpas). So for the rest of the trip I was slippergirl.

There are only 32 km. between Tigre and the obelisc. This spot in the North of the Province of Buenos Aires is undoubtedly a piece of living history..

From the weekend spent in the Stegmaiers beautifull house in tigre. I let the pics speak for themselves..

Goodbye Chile, Hello Argentina

some pics from the last night in Santiago and the Andes as we crossed the border once again. Not a bus ride for the ones with motion sickness....

El Quisco

This weekend we whent out to El Quisco at the Pacific coast. we had beautifull wether and eat the best shellfish of my life. swimming in the not so warm Pacific was the perfect medicin for tired norwegian skinn, and I god a bit to much of it so now I look like a lobster cooked too long in the sun.
The moste exiting thing that happened I allredy wrote about, now I just wanted to chear some pics with you.

The tale of the little princess and the pacific ocean

Once upon a time the little northsea princess whent of to see the pacific ocean for the first time in her life. They taveled far and long until they finally reached their destination. The little princess had seen the ocean many times before, since she herself came frome the far north where the cod came to breed. But never in her life had she seen the ocean from this side of the earth. After eating nice fresh fish and seafood at a local restaurant they headed home to the beautiful house they where to live in for the weekend. But what was awaiting her there was true terror that nothing could prepare her for. She was told many times that there would not be big and dangerous spiders and insects where she was going, so she went in good faith. The moment she walked in the door she noticed something big and black in the corner of her eye, as she turned to take a second look a shill went thru her body. It was as she feared, a big ugly spider, the size of a orange sitting on the door waiting for her to pass by, so it could do whatever huge ugly spiders from the pacific do to small princesses from the northsea region.

Terror of all terrors, frights of all frights. The blood froze in her veins as she stood there waiting for certain death. But apparently the ugly beast had just had supper, because it did nothing to the princess. May be it was to full to eat again. Who knows, but our fairytale ends with the little princess sitting on the terrace drinking cognac in the sun…..

As I feel that our little fairytale now needs a bit of an explanation, but I must say that the truth is not soo exciting as the story. But it is only fair that I tell the rest of the story to all you people out there frightened by the horrors meeting our heroine. And I am sure that there are some of you that have some concerns about the wellbeing of the spider as well. Well first of all they carefully removed the spider, without causing it any harm, and took it to some locals to see what it was. Turns out this type of spider is very normal here, and the locals normally keeps it in their house for good luck (sick). Second of all they usually sell these spiders to psychiatrists in Europe to help people with arachnophobia (double sick), because of the fact that these spiders are so harmless and sympatric.
>Third, they said that this spider was a baby, that for a person with limited mount of experience with spiders (and prefers to keep it that way), races a whole lot of new questions. Like; where is its mother? And brothers? And sisters? And it probably has a big mean daddy waiting somewhere for me. And if this was a baby, how big is it suppose to get? Because when you don’t see the difference between the cat and the fucking baby spider, is it time to go home? Back to snow and fluffy reindeers!

My encounter with this chicken spider was so dramatic that I did not manage to get any photos of it. But from my friend google.com I got this pic to chear with all of you.

Much love xxx