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Eating mango in the sunshine.

Yes, you can get a hold of mangos in Norway too, although they cannot be compared to the freshly picked, sweet mangos of Fortaleza. Still, being able to sit out on the veranda in the blazing sunshine eating a mango is a bit of a novelty! The gorgeous weather we’ve been blessed with this week has made me remember Fortaleza many times. I was definitely created for warmer climates.

Yesterday we spent the day at our cottage on the beach (yes, it’s not by the beach, but on the beach. Built on rock though, as we all know what happens to a house built on sand when the storms come.) It was great to just relax in the sunshine, work on my tan, and read a book (I read ”The Mermaid Chair” by Sue Monk Kid). Even with the 25-26 degrees (it must have been that or more!!), I didn’t venture into the sea; 16 degrees Celsius is still cold, no matter how hard you try to convince me of how refreshing it is!

There was also a kite-festival on the beach. Not kite-surfing (although I spotted one of those the other week also; all alone, battling the strong waves of the North Sea), but your traditional hold-onto-strings-and-fly-them-in-the-air kites. Shame there wasn’t any wind. I think I saw a total of 9 kites, which is quite a lot, but not considering it’s the yearly kite festival. I don’t think it spoiled the day of the hundreds who had come out to the beach though. They spread out on the beach (which made me glad to be able to stick to the cottage veranda and not have to be a part of having to find a vacant spot for my towel, not to mention the infamous sand problem), and quite a few of them seemed to spend large amounts of time in the crystal clear water (bringing the illusion that it was warmer than it was).

Tomorrow the forecast is cooler weather, but I do hope they’re wrong.


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