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Want more exclusive content from Dinky? Join the Patreon! We're kicking off Season 10 with a recap of our 2025 Christmas Markets trip and getting a sneak peek ahead at our next adventure. We cover what surprised us, what we loved, and what we'd do differently in, plus with some tips of what we'd do differently! PS: we also preview our upcoming 2026 Christmas Markets trip featuring stops in Vienna and Munich.Please forgive that we are both FULLY sick and FULLY ADHD.TRIPS:Christmas Markets 2026!!! Lavender Dreams & Riviera Nights With ErikaGET MORE FROM DINKY:Treat yourself to new merch! Wanna get your finances in order? Use our link to sign up for a FREE 34 day trial of YNAB (You Need A Budget) and support the show. Wanna connect with us on social media? You can find us on Substack, Instagram, TikTok, and Threads at @dinkypod. Follow us on YouTube.If you have a question or comment, email us at dinky@dinkypod.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/dinky--5953015/support.

What is it about Munich that makes my heart sing? I describe my visit just before Christmas to a place that leaves it mark all the year around. And I describe how the food and drink and, of course, Munich's famous Beer Halls - all make this a city break that mustn't be missed!And if you are thinking of booking a Christmas Market visit you will get the best deals on flights and hotels by booking NOW!Activities & ideas for a Winter visit:www.munich.travel/en/categories/discover/urban-districts/winter-in-munich www.munich.travel/en/topics/urban-districts/winter-ideas Here you find details to the most interesting Christmas markets in Munichwww.munich.travel/en/topics/markets-festivals/christmas-markets-munich Here an overview of local cuisine and new food trends in the city:https://www.munich.travel/en/categories/discover/eat-drink/bavarian-cuisine And do check out the official an d helpful website:  www.munich.travelYou can also follow The Top Travel Destinations on social media for updates: Instagram: ⁠@thetoptraveldestinations⁠X: ⁠@becreativkev 

In this episode, Hailey explores Pepin County, a spot at the intersection of scenic and unexpected. This is small-town Wisconsin at its best! Whether you're cruising the Great River Road in peak fall color, watching ice sparkle on the Mississippi, chasing spring trilliums, or finding your summer sweet spot on Lake Pepin, one thing's for sure: Pepin County knows how to show off in every season! Start reading and find your next favorite spot along the river.The Bobber is brought to you by Something Special from Wisconsin: https://www.somethingspecialwi.com/Read the blog here: https://discoverwisconsin.com/pepin-county-your-four-season-gateway-on-the-great-river-road/Pepin County: https://www.co.pepin.wi.us/; Fresh Art Tour: https://www.freshart.org/; Laura Days: https://www.lauradays.org/ Brews on the Chippewa: https://www.bluesonthechippewa.com/brews1; Pepin Nouveau: https://www.villabellezza.com/pepin-nouveau/; Christmas Market: https://www.villabellezza.com/christmas-market/; Il Forno: https://www.villabellezza.com/il-forno/; Harbor View Cafe: https://www.harborviewpepin.com/; Stockholm Pie Company: https://www.stockholmpie.com/; Maiden Rock: https://www.maidenrock.org/; Winterfest: https://www.visitpepin.com/events/winterfest-at-ymca-camp-pepin/; Allaire House: https://www.allairehouse.com/; Little Larke Bakery: https://www.facebook.com/littlelarkebakery/; Batter and Bowls: https://batterandbowls.com/; Bearfish Brew: https://www.facebook.com/BearfishBrew/; Stockholm Haus: https://www.stockholm-haus.com/ Pepin Motel: https://www.pepinmotel.com/; Trillium Festival: https://cooperhansen.com/pages/trillium-festival-2025; 100 Miles of Little Town Thrift Sales: https://www.facebook.com/littletownthriftsales/; 100-Mile Garage Sale: https://www.facebook.com/Official100MileGarageSale Pepin County Heritage Center: https://pepincountyheritagecenter.com/; Laura Ingalls Wilder Museum: https://www.lauraingallspepin.com/lauras-little-house/; Pepin Depot Museum: https://www.visitpepin.com/directory/pepin-depot-museum/; Stargazers Variety: https://www.facebook.com/stargazersvariety/; BNOX Jewelry Studio: https://bnoxpepin.com/; Tin Roof Boutique: https://www.facebook.com/tinroofpepin/; Art Orchard: https://www.facebook.com/inkorchard/ Indigo Swan: https://www.indigoswangallery.com/; Lavender Bluff Farm: https://www.lavenderbluff.com/; Corral Bar & Riverside Grill: https://corralbarandriversidegrill.com/; Eagle's Cliff Guide Service: http://www.eaglescliff-pepin.com/; Cruise Pepin: https://cruisepepin.com/; Maiden Rock Bluff: https://dnr.wisconsin.gov/topic/statenaturalareas/MaidenRockBluff; Five Mile Bluff: https://dnr.wisconsin.gov/topic/statenaturalareas/FiveMileBluffPrairie Holden Park: https://www.co.pepin.wi.us/holden; Chippewa River State Trail: https://dnr.wisconsin.gov/topic/parks/chipriver; Lake Pepin Campground: https://www.lakepepincampgroundwi.com/; Durand Fun Fest: https://www.funfestdurandwi.org/; Scandihoo: https://www.facebook.com/Scandihoo/; Stockholm Art Fair: https://stockholmartfair.org/; Blues on the Chippewa: https://www.bluesonthechippewa.com/ Dairy Breakfasts: https://www.facebook.com/pepincountydairypromotion; County Fair: https://www.buffalopepincountyfair.com/ Arkansaw Creek Park Day: https://www.arkansawffg.org/arkansaw-creek-park-days; Panther Drive-In: https://panther-drive-in.goto-restaurants.com/; Pickle Factory: https://www.pepinpicklefactory.com/; Durand Brewing Company: https://durandbrewingcompany.com/The Bobber: https://discoverwisconsin.com/the-bobber-blog/The Cabin Podcast: https://the-cabin.simplecast.com. Follow on social @thecabinpodShop Discover Wisconsin: shop.discoverwisconsin.com. Follow on social @shopdiscoverwisconsinDiscover Wisconsin: https://discoverwisconsin.com/. Follow on social @discoverwisconsinDiscover Mediaworks: https://discovermediaworks.com/. Follow on social @discovermediaworksFriends of the Wisconsin Great River Road: https://www.wigrr.com/. Follow on social @wigreatriverWisconsin Department of Transportation: https://wisconsindot.gov/Pages/home.aspx. Follow on social @wisdot

Skandinavian Folklore and Feast Days.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Syv Slags Kaker. (or, Seven Sorts of  Cookies)December 22nd – Evening, Five Days LaterJorunn said, “Well, Gunnar, we are back at our starting point, and this concludes the tour. We got off to a rough start on the first day, but since then, I have enjoyed spending time with you. After my mom got divorced, I stopped dating. Sure, I went out in mixed groups with my friends, but I cannot remember the last time I went somewhere, by myself, with a man. The divorce made me lose all confidence and trust in men. Why enter a relationship, and give my heart to a man, knowing it is going to fail? My father hurt my mother and me so badly, that neither of us have recovered. You were so wonderful to me this week, and showed me that not all men are like my father.”Jorunn looked at me with pleading eyes, “I don’t want this tour to end. I don’t want you to leave. Can you please stay in Oslo at least a few more days?”Jorunn didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave her either. I replied, “Jorunn, I cannot think of anyone or any place I would rather be than here in Oslo, with you.”Jorunn said, “It’s still early enough that we may be able to find seating without a reservation. I know a great place for seafood.”“Lead on,” I replied.Jorunn and I discussed the now-completed tour while enjoying a delicious dinner at a small kafé. I offered suggestions for the tour, but otherwise let her know I enjoyed seeing Norway, and I told her what a wonderful guide she was. After returning to America, I promised to recommend her tours to everyone I knew.As I looked over the dessert menu, I asked Jorunn, “I’m willing to stay a few more days. Are there any other Norwegian Christmas traditions or activities worth doing over the next few days?”“If you put down that dessert menu, there is one called Syv Slags Kaker. I baked seven kinds of cookies to celebrate Jul. If you come to my house, we can have coffee and you can sample all seven kinds.”“That sounds great,” I replied. Jorunn was inviting me to her home. She was beautiful and funny, and I admit I developed fantasies about her as I watched her vlog videos back in the nursing home. Heck, I even created new fantasies over the last week. She was much warmer toward me at the end of the tour. In Tromsø, we shared a blanket as we rode in a sleigh pulled by an actual reindeer. But after the Nutcracker ballet, I held back and did not cross any lines. Could a 56-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman have a sexual relationship? I managed to keep up with Jorunn all week and didn’t see any reason not to. I reached below the table to carefully re-position myself before standing up.We made our way to the Train Station and rode to Jorunn’s neighborhood. As we walked to her house, I noticed many homes with a lighted star in one of the windows.“What are those stars,” I asked.“They are a tradition in Norway. A star is lit on the first Sunday of Advent to help guide the Three Wise Men.”We stopped in front of a modest house. There was no star in the window, but I saw sheaves of oats hung from one of the trees. I was familiar with the tradition of putting out something for the birds in the frigid days of December. As we stepped inside, I was suddenly surprised. “Hi, Mom! I would like you to meet Gunnar Larsen.”“Good evening, Mr. Larsen. Jorunn has been sending me text messages all week about your exciting travels. I hope you enjoyed your tour. My name is Leah.”This was not what I expected. I hoped to be alone with Jorunn. The family resemblance was striking and quite apparent. Leah’s straight hair was a bit shorter than Jorunn’s but matched her daughter’s pure blonde color. Her blue eyes stood out from her attractive face. She was wearing a multi-colored Norwegian Dale sweater and green trousers. I possessed absolutely no experience telling how old Norwegian women are. She must be in her forties but looked younger.I said, “I enjoyed Jorunn’s tour very much. Your daughter is quite talented in many ways. Please, call me Gunnar.”Jorunn said, “Gunnar was asking about other Jul traditions and activities here in Norway over Christmas. I thought Syv Slags Kaker would be a good one, and your cookies are the best ones in Oslo. I’ll make us some coffee.”Leah looked at me, “Please sit Gunnar. How much longer will you be staying in Norway?”I replied, “About two more weeks. I wanted to celebrate the New Year here before returning to America.”I talked about the completed tour, and she seemed interested enough that I rambled on.“I really enjoyed visiting Lillehammer. It brought back memories of watching the 1994 Winter Olympics, probably my favorite one. The music was fantastic, and the woman who sang the Olympic Hymn at the opening ceremony possessed such a wonderful voice.”Leah replied, “Her name is Sissel Kyrkjebø. She is still extremely popular today, and we consider her a national treasure. I was 18 at the time, and worked at those Olympics.”“I’d love to hear more about that,” I replied. “It was nice to see many of the venues still being used. I also enjoyed the Olympic Museum in Maihaugen, which told the history of the 1994 Olympics. I was surprised to learn that Norway has won more Olympic medals than any other country. But the highlight for me was riding the chairlift to the top of the Lysgårdsbakkene ski jump. The views were amazing. I can’t imagine anyone being brave enough to make such a jump.”“I agree with you on that!” laughed Leah.I continued, “We also flew to Tromsø, and I got to see the Northern Lights. We can sometimes see them in southern Minnesota, but they were much more impressive here with the clear Norwegian air. Jorunn and I took a ride in a sleigh, pulled by actual reindeer. Reindeer are much larger than I thought. We visited a Sami farm, where we ate reindeer stew and learned about the Sami culture.”“I’ve never been, but I hear it’s really fun,” replied Leah.“Bærums Verk was also a highlight. You may already know that the town dates to the 1600s. I loved the old buildings and cobbled streets. Although the Christmas Market was small, I found it unique, with artisans selling handmade crafts. It was nice to see the old crafts like glassblowing, ironwork, and woodworking.”Jorunn returned with a large tray, holding coffee and cookies, and we began sampling.Leah asked, “Did you take Gunnar to Pepperkakebyen in Bergen? It’s a marvelous gingerbread village in my hometown. There are over 200 small gingerbread houses, and with the tiny lights turned on, it looks so real.”Jorunn replied, “A week goes by quickly, mamma. There is only so much time. The gingerbread houses are very nice, and I have fond memories of going there with you.”As we continued talking and munching cookies, I looked around at the decorations. There was an advent calendar, wreaths, angels, gnomes called nisse, hearts, stars, and candles. The decorations looked more natural, perhaps a bit less commercialized than in America. There was a real tree, complete with its wonderful pine smell, a star at the top, garland, tinsel, ornaments, and white lights.I looked at Leah, “I noticed that you don’t have a Christmas star in the window as many of the other houses do.”Leah replied, “I found my former husband in bed with another woman. I immediately divorced him. Among the many things he took from Jorunn and I, was our Christmas Star.”Leah sounded deeply hurt and from more than just the missing star. After tasting the last of the seven cookies, Leah asked how I liked them. “The waffle-like Krumkaker was probably my favorite. We tried making them in Minnesota, but yours turned out so much better. And, of course, the Pepperkaker gingerbread stars were great.” I held up another cookie and said, “I don’t know the name of this one, but it was also excellent.”Leah replied, “That one is Serinakaker, a Norwegian butter cookie.”I realized the inevitable, “It is getting late. Thank you both, Leah and Jorunn, for a wonderful evening. I need to get back to my hotel and figure out what to do over the next few days.”I saw Jorunn look at her mother, who nodded. As I stood up, Leah did too. “Nonsense, Gunnar. I won’t have it. Come, spend Christmas with Jorunn and me! Nearly everything in Oslo shuts down in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and stays closed until the 27th. No restaurants or shops will be open. I have an unused bedroom upstairs. Come celebrate Jul with us.”I caught the signal between mother and daughter and wondered if this was pre-planned. But spending Christmas alone in my hotel sounded almost as bad as spending it alone in the nursing home. It was an easy decision. “I accept.”Leah said, “Good. I’ll stop by your hotel tomorrow and help you move your things. Perhaps we can have lunch as well at one of the restaurants along Karl Johans gate.”“It would be my pleasure, ” I replied. “Let’s say, about 11:00 AM”Little Christmas EveDecember 23rd - MorningIt was December 23rd, known in Norway as Lille Julaften. Spending Christmas with Leah and Jorunn created a problem for me. I needed to find at least one Christmas present for each, just in case they bought a gift for me. I got up early and headed out to search. Reflecting on last night, and indeed, the last week, it ended up being far simpler than I feared. I soon found a gift for each, along with reusable cloth gift bags in Christmas colors.I heard a knock on my hotel door and opened it. Leah stood there, holding a coat over her arm. She was wearing a traditional Norwegian folk costume called a bunad. Her blonde hair, simply styled, was highlighted by two attractive braids.I smiled and said, “What a pleasant surprise. You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale.”She looked past me into the messy room, then took a step toward me and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. She stepped back and started laughing. “It didn’t work. I am a fairy tale princess, but you are still a frog! It looks like we have some work to do cleaning up your lily pad.”As Leah entered the room, I said, “I already packed a small bag, enough for a few days.”Leah walked over to the pile of clothes from my week-long trip. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Then she pulled a wool sweater out from the pile. “Keep your wool sweaters away from the rest of your dirty clothes. Wool is harder to clean and may pick up the smell. Let me see what else you packed.”Leah dumped out my small gym bag onto the bed and then began tossing things aside. “This won’t do. We need to take all of your clothes back to my house and wash them.”Fond memories returned. Whenever we went on a trip, Solveig would always dump out my suitcase and re-load it with other clothes. Solvieg would also pick out clothes for me to wear whenever we dressed to go out to weddings or a party.Leah said, “Don’t expect me to wash them for you. I have other things to do to get ready for Christmas. You’ll have enough free time you can wash them yourself. We will gather everything up after we come back from lunch.”What a woman! I can see where Jorunn inherited her strong personality. We left my hotel, and Leah took me to one of her favorite kafés. As we walked, Leah’s bunad drew eyes, and attracted smiles, as if she were a magnet. As we waited for our food, I asked Leah about her bunad.Leah replied, “I don’t get to wear my bunad very often. I usually wear it for National Day in May, and for weddings and baptisms, but I haven’t been to many of those lately. Christmas is also an acceptable time to wear it.”Leah wore the traditional white blouse with a silver neckpin. Her vest was bright red with a handmade breastplate. Her navy skirt was trimmed with intricate embroidery, and covered in front by a white apron. Around her waist and running down the front was a decorative handwoven belt.“I grew up east of Bergen, in the Hardanger region, so my bunad is in the Hardanger style. While details may vary, you can tell where someone is from by which style of bunad they are wearing. It would not be proper to choose a bunad from a different region simply because you prefer a different color.”“That’s a lovely silver brooch you have on. It looks very old.”“It was my grandmother’s. Norwegians have a spiritual connection to silver, and silver brooches are handed down for many generations. One day, it will be Jorunn’s.”The food was excellent. I have not eaten a bad meal here in Norway. Leah was a great conversationalist, and she freely shared her humor and wit. Her stories from the 1994 Olympics were fascinating, and even though Jorunn and I were just there, I wanted to go back. I learned Leah worked as a radiology technician at a local hospital here in Oslo and took the entire holiday off. The meal finished too quickly, and we returned to my hotel.As we gathered my assorted clothing, I saw one of my socks on the floor, so I walked around Leah to pick it up. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with her. We stared at each other for a moment, then moved at the same time. Our lips came together, and we kissed. Not a gentle kiss, but a passionate one, long and deep. Intentions were clear on both sides.We separated. Leah said, “I have not had sex since divorcing my husband nearly three years ago. That bastard took away more than my Christmas Star, he took away my trust in men. I am forty-seven years old. I never go out on dates, because I’m afraid to open my heart again to another man. Jorunn texted me every night for the past week and would send short videos she took during the day. She kept repeating how much fun she was having with you, and how nice a man you are. I know it sounds funny, but after watching and reading what Jorunn sent me, I feel like I already know you, and have made it past the first date. I know you lost the woman you loved. I cannot replace her in your heart, but if you are ready, I would like to share mine.”This was unexpected. “When I was in Minnesota, I watched Jorunn’s vlog almost every night. She is so sweet and funny and does such an excellent job. Even though I never met Jorunn, I felt like I knew her. To use your dating analogy, it’s one of the reasons I picked her as a tour guide. I felt comfortable with Jorunn and was too afraid to trust another tour company. When I came to Norway, I left my past behind. It is time for me to find something, or someone, to love.”Our bodies came together, and our lips re-joined. Any fears of rejection vanished as I locked my lips onto those of this beautiful Norwegian woman. Our tongues danced with each other, while our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies.“Help me take off my bunad,” pleaded Leah.Together, we unclasped, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and untied, removing one layer at a time of the intricate bunad and laying it over a chair. It was like slowly opening the best Christmas present I have ever gotten, as more of Leah’s body slowly revealed itself to me. Her breasts were small, but firm, and went well with her slender frame. I forgot how delicate a woman’s features are, and Leah’s body was perfect in every way. Below her waist, I found a mound of pure blonde hair, barely darker than the color on her head.“I have no other words, you are truly a gorgeous woman, Leah.”“Thank you, Gunnar. Now it’s my turn to have fun.”Leah approached me. With small steps, she moved gracefully. She lifted my pullover shirt, pausing as it obscured my eyes. “Don’t take your shirt off. Just enjoy the sensations.” In the darkness, her fingers teasingly played with the hairs on my chest. A fingernail flicked back and forth over my nipple, drawing it to an erection. Moving lower, Leah unbuckled my trousers and slid them down, taking my knickers with them. I was not yet erect, but moving rapidly in that direction. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock and lifted, while a single fingernail twirled against my ball sack. Her tongue dragged across the tip of my cock. Then, Leah’s hands moved behind me to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. Her warm breath washed over my cock.Leah stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of my trousers. We remained like this, both naked, looking longingly at each other. Leah reached up and touched my hair. “You have just a touch of grey. I like that. Few mature men are as blessed as you, with a firm, lean body. I see all kinds of patients. You look like a forty-year-old.”I suppose that was one benefit of eating the low-fat, low-sugar, and tasteless nursing home food. I lost nearly thirty pounds. “I am older than I look, and you should know that I had a stroke two years ago. I am doing much better, but still have a balance issue, and sometimes slur my words."Slurring your words might just be because you have a lazy tongue. Perhaps we can find a way to fix that later.”For a moment, I wondered what she meant, then hoped my notions might come true. Leah dropped to her knees directly in front of me and ran a finger along my nearly erect shaft. “It feels so nice to touch a real one again. What a lovely cock you have.”I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a very large penis.”Leah laughed, “Anything more than a mouthful is just wasted. Now let’s begin. I will say a Norwegian word, and you repeat it. Listen carefully to my pronunciation and maybe we can fix your American accent.”Leah said, “Penis.” Then she grabbed my cock with her right hand.This might be fun, so I replied, “Penis!”Leah whispered, “Rub.” Then she began gently sliding her hand along my shaft. Without any lubrication, there was quite a bit of friction.I replied, “Rub!”Leah said, “Lick.” Leah extended her tongue, and starting near the base, began leaving wet trails along each side of my glistening cock. The warm softness of her tongue brought me to full erection.It felt fantastic, and I gasped out, “Lick!”Leah said, “Suck.” She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, using her tongue to tease the underside. Bringing her lips together, I felt the insides of her mouth pressing inward and squeezing tightly against me. When her suction began, she pulled the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. Leah’s head pulled back ever so slightly, allowing her soft lips to glide over me until my cock was almost freed. But not quite. Using the extra room, Leah teased my opening with the tip of her tongue. From the way her tongue easily twirled around, I was certain I contributed my pre-cum.Then her suction pulled me deeper into her mouth. She look

Skandinavian Folklore and Feast Days.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Syv Slags Kaker. (or, Seven Sorts of  Cookies)December 22nd – Evening, Five Days LaterJorunn said, “Well, Gunnar, we are back at our starting point, and this concludes the tour. We got off to a rough start on the first day, but since then, I have enjoyed spending time with you. After my mom got divorced, I stopped dating. Sure, I went out in mixed groups with my friends, but I cannot remember the last time I went somewhere, by myself, with a man. The divorce made me lose all confidence and trust in men. Why enter a relationship, and give my heart to a man, knowing it is going to fail? My father hurt my mother and me so badly, that neither of us have recovered. You were so wonderful to me this week, and showed me that not all men are like my father.”Jorunn looked at me with pleading eyes, “I don’t want this tour to end. I don’t want you to leave. Can you please stay in Oslo at least a few more days?”Jorunn didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave her either. I replied, “Jorunn, I cannot think of anyone or any place I would rather be than here in Oslo, with you.”Jorunn said, “It’s still early enough that we may be able to find seating without a reservation. I know a great place for seafood.”“Lead on,” I replied.Jorunn and I discussed the now-completed tour while enjoying a delicious dinner at a small kafé. I offered suggestions for the tour, but otherwise let her know I enjoyed seeing Norway, and I told her what a wonderful guide she was. After returning to America, I promised to recommend her tours to everyone I knew.As I looked over the dessert menu, I asked Jorunn, “I’m willing to stay a few more days. Are there any other Norwegian Christmas traditions or activities worth doing over the next few days?”“If you put down that dessert menu, there is one called Syv Slags Kaker. I baked seven kinds of cookies to celebrate Jul. If you come to my house, we can have coffee and you can sample all seven kinds.”“That sounds great,” I replied. Jorunn was inviting me to her home. She was beautiful and funny, and I admit I developed fantasies about her as I watched her vlog videos back in the nursing home. Heck, I even created new fantasies over the last week. She was much warmer toward me at the end of the tour. In Tromsø, we shared a blanket as we rode in a sleigh pulled by an actual reindeer. But after the Nutcracker ballet, I held back and did not cross any lines. Could a 56-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman have a sexual relationship? I managed to keep up with Jorunn all week and didn’t see any reason not to. I reached below the table to carefully re-position myself before standing up.We made our way to the Train Station and rode to Jorunn’s neighborhood. As we walked to her house, I noticed many homes with a lighted star in one of the windows.“What are those stars,” I asked.“They are a tradition in Norway. A star is lit on the first Sunday of Advent to help guide the Three Wise Men.”We stopped in front of a modest house. There was no star in the window, but I saw sheaves of oats hung from one of the trees. I was familiar with the tradition of putting out something for the birds in the frigid days of December. As we stepped inside, I was suddenly surprised. “Hi, Mom! I would like you to meet Gunnar Larsen.”“Good evening, Mr. Larsen. Jorunn has been sending me text messages all week about your exciting travels. I hope you enjoyed your tour. My name is Leah.”This was not what I expected. I hoped to be alone with Jorunn. The family resemblance was striking and quite apparent. Leah’s straight hair was a bit shorter than Jorunn’s but matched her daughter’s pure blonde color. Her blue eyes stood out from her attractive face. She was wearing a multi-colored Norwegian Dale sweater and green trousers. I possessed absolutely no experience telling how old Norwegian women are. She must be in her forties but looked younger.I said, “I enjoyed Jorunn’s tour very much. Your daughter is quite talented in many ways. Please, call me Gunnar.”Jorunn said, “Gunnar was asking about other Jul traditions and activities here in Norway over Christmas. I thought Syv Slags Kaker would be a good one, and your cookies are the best ones in Oslo. I’ll make us some coffee.”Leah looked at me, “Please sit Gunnar. How much longer will you be staying in Norway?”I replied, “About two more weeks. I wanted to celebrate the New Year here before returning to America.”I talked about the completed tour, and she seemed interested enough that I rambled on.“I really enjoyed visiting Lillehammer. It brought back memories of watching the 1994 Winter Olympics, probably my favorite one. The music was fantastic, and the woman who sang the Olympic Hymn at the opening ceremony possessed such a wonderful voice.”Leah replied, “Her name is Sissel Kyrkjebø. She is still extremely popular today, and we consider her a national treasure. I was 18 at the time, and worked at those Olympics.”“I’d love to hear more about that,” I replied. “It was nice to see many of the venues still being used. I also enjoyed the Olympic Museum in Maihaugen, which told the history of the 1994 Olympics. I was surprised to learn that Norway has won more Olympic medals than any other country. But the highlight for me was riding the chairlift to the top of the Lysgårdsbakkene ski jump. The views were amazing. I can’t imagine anyone being brave enough to make such a jump.”“I agree with you on that!” laughed Leah.I continued, “We also flew to Tromsø, and I got to see the Northern Lights. We can sometimes see them in southern Minnesota, but they were much more impressive here with the clear Norwegian air. Jorunn and I took a ride in a sleigh, pulled by actual reindeer. Reindeer are much larger than I thought. We visited a Sami farm, where we ate reindeer stew and learned about the Sami culture.”“I’ve never been, but I hear it’s really fun,” replied Leah.“Bærums Verk was also a highlight. You may already know that the town dates to the 1600s. I loved the old buildings and cobbled streets. Although the Christmas Market was small, I found it unique, with artisans selling handmade crafts. It was nice to see the old crafts like glassblowing, ironwork, and woodworking.”Jorunn returned with a large tray, holding coffee and cookies, and we began sampling.Leah asked, “Did you take Gunnar to Pepperkakebyen in Bergen? It’s a marvelous gingerbread village in my hometown. There are over 200 small gingerbread houses, and with the tiny lights turned on, it looks so real.”Jorunn replied, “A week goes by quickly, mamma. There is only so much time. The gingerbread houses are very nice, and I have fond memories of going there with you.”As we continued talking and munching cookies, I looked around at the decorations. There was an advent calendar, wreaths, angels, gnomes called nisse, hearts, stars, and candles. The decorations looked more natural, perhaps a bit less commercialized than in America. There was a real tree, complete with its wonderful pine smell, a star at the top, garland, tinsel, ornaments, and white lights.I looked at Leah, “I noticed that you don’t have a Christmas star in the window as many of the other houses do.”Leah replied, “I found my former husband in bed with another woman. I immediately divorced him. Among the many things he took from Jorunn and I, was our Christmas Star.”Leah sounded deeply hurt and from more than just the missing star. After tasting the last of the seven cookies, Leah asked how I liked them. “The waffle-like Krumkaker was probably my favorite. We tried making them in Minnesota, but yours turned out so much better. And, of course, the Pepperkaker gingerbread stars were great.” I held up another cookie and said, “I don’t know the name of this one, but it was also excellent.”Leah replied, “That one is Serinakaker, a Norwegian butter cookie.”I realized the inevitable, “It is getting late. Thank you both, Leah and Jorunn, for a wonderful evening. I need to get back to my hotel and figure out what to do over the next few days.”I saw Jorunn look at her mother, who nodded. As I stood up, Leah did too. “Nonsense, Gunnar. I won’t have it. Come, spend Christmas with Jorunn and me! Nearly everything in Oslo shuts down in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and stays closed until the 27th. No restaurants or shops will be open. I have an unused bedroom upstairs. Come celebrate Jul with us.”I caught the signal between mother and daughter and wondered if this was pre-planned. But spending Christmas alone in my hotel sounded almost as bad as spending it alone in the nursing home. It was an easy decision. “I accept.”Leah said, “Good. I’ll stop by your hotel tomorrow and help you move your things. Perhaps we can have lunch as well at one of the restaurants along Karl Johans gate.”“It would be my pleasure, ” I replied. “Let’s say, about 11:00 AM”Little Christmas EveDecember 23rd - MorningIt was December 23rd, known in Norway as Lille Julaften. Spending Christmas with Leah and Jorunn created a problem for me. I needed to find at least one Christmas present for each, just in case they bought a gift for me. I got up early and headed out to search. Reflecting on last night, and indeed, the last week, it ended up being far simpler than I feared. I soon found a gift for each, along with reusable cloth gift bags in Christmas colors.I heard a knock on my hotel door and opened it. Leah stood there, holding a coat over her arm. She was wearing a traditional Norwegian folk costume called a bunad. Her blonde hair, simply styled, was highlighted by two attractive braids.I smiled and said, “What a pleasant surprise. You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale.”She looked past me into the messy room, then took a step toward me and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. She stepped back and started laughing. “It didn’t work. I am a fairy tale princess, but you are still a frog! It looks like we have some work to do cleaning up your lily pad.”As Leah entered the room, I said, “I already packed a small bag, enough for a few days.”Leah walked over to the pile of clothes from my week-long trip. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Then she pulled a wool sweater out from the pile. “Keep your wool sweaters away from the rest of your dirty clothes. Wool is harder to clean and may pick up the smell. Let me see what else you packed.”Leah dumped out my small gym bag onto the bed and then began tossing things aside. “This won’t do. We need to take all of your clothes back to my house and wash them.”Fond memories returned. Whenever we went on a trip, Solveig would always dump out my suitcase and re-load it with other clothes. Solvieg would also pick out clothes for me to wear whenever we dressed to go out to weddings or a party.Leah said, “Don’t expect me to wash them for you. I have other things to do to get ready for Christmas. You’ll have enough free time you can wash them yourself. We will gather everything up after we come back from lunch.”What a woman! I can see where Jorunn inherited her strong personality. We left my hotel, and Leah took me to one of her favorite kafés. As we walked, Leah’s bunad drew eyes, and attracted smiles, as if she were a magnet. As we waited for our food, I asked Leah about her bunad.Leah replied, “I don’t get to wear my bunad very often. I usually wear it for National Day in May, and for weddings and baptisms, but I haven’t been to many of those lately. Christmas is also an acceptable time to wear it.”Leah wore the traditional white blouse with a silver neckpin. Her vest was bright red with a handmade breastplate. Her navy skirt was trimmed with intricate embroidery, and covered in front by a white apron. Around her waist and running down the front was a decorative handwoven belt.“I grew up east of Bergen, in the Hardanger region, so my bunad is in the Hardanger style. While details may vary, you can tell where someone is from by which style of bunad they are wearing. It would not be proper to choose a bunad from a different region simply because you prefer a different color.”“That’s a lovely silver brooch you have on. It looks very old.”“It was my grandmother’s. Norwegians have a spiritual connection to silver, and silver brooches are handed down for many generations. One day, it will be Jorunn’s.”The food was excellent. I have not eaten a bad meal here in Norway. Leah was a great conversationalist, and she freely shared her humor and wit. Her stories from the 1994 Olympics were fascinating, and even though Jorunn and I were just there, I wanted to go back. I learned Leah worked as a radiology technician at a local hospital here in Oslo and took the entire holiday off. The meal finished too quickly, and we returned to my hotel.As we gathered my assorted clothing, I saw one of my socks on the floor, so I walked around Leah to pick it up. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with her. We stared at each other for a moment, then moved at the same time. Our lips came together, and we kissed. Not a gentle kiss, but a passionate one, long and deep. Intentions were clear on both sides.We separated. Leah said, “I have not had sex since divorcing my husband nearly three years ago. That bastard took away more than my Christmas Star, he took away my trust in men. I am forty-seven years old. I never go out on dates, because I’m afraid to open my heart again to another man. Jorunn texted me every night for the past week and would send short videos she took during the day. She kept repeating how much fun she was having with you, and how nice a man you are. I know it sounds funny, but after watching and reading what Jorunn sent me, I feel like I already know you, and have made it past the first date. I know you lost the woman you loved. I cannot replace her in your heart, but if you are ready, I would like to share mine.”This was unexpected. “When I was in Minnesota, I watched Jorunn’s vlog almost every night. She is so sweet and funny and does such an excellent job. Even though I never met Jorunn, I felt like I knew her. To use your dating analogy, it’s one of the reasons I picked her as a tour guide. I felt comfortable with Jorunn and was too afraid to trust another tour company. When I came to Norway, I left my past behind. It is time for me to find something, or someone, to love.”Our bodies came together, and our lips re-joined. Any fears of rejection vanished as I locked my lips onto those of this beautiful Norwegian woman. Our tongues danced with each other, while our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies.“Help me take off my bunad,” pleaded Leah.Together, we unclasped, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and untied, removing one layer at a time of the intricate bunad and laying it over a chair. It was like slowly opening the best Christmas present I have ever gotten, as more of Leah’s body slowly revealed itself to me. Her breasts were small, but firm, and went well with her slender frame. I forgot how delicate a woman’s features are, and Leah’s body was perfect in every way. Below her waist, I found a mound of pure blonde hair, barely darker than the color on her head.“I have no other words, you are truly a gorgeous woman, Leah.”“Thank you, Gunnar. Now it’s my turn to have fun.”Leah approached me. With small steps, she moved gracefully. She lifted my pullover shirt, pausing as it obscured my eyes. “Don’t take your shirt off. Just enjoy the sensations.” In the darkness, her fingers teasingly played with the hairs on my chest. A fingernail flicked back and forth over my nipple, drawing it to an erection. Moving lower, Leah unbuckled my trousers and slid them down, taking my knickers with them. I was not yet erect, but moving rapidly in that direction. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock and lifted, while a single fingernail twirled against my ball sack. Her tongue dragged across the tip of my cock. Then, Leah’s hands moved behind me to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. Her warm breath washed over my cock.Leah stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of my trousers. We remained like this, both naked, looking longingly at each other. Leah reached up and touched my hair. “You have just a touch of grey. I like that. Few mature men are as blessed as you, with a firm, lean body. I see all kinds of patients. You look like a forty-year-old.”I suppose that was one benefit of eating the low-fat, low-sugar, and tasteless nursing home food. I lost nearly thirty pounds. “I am older than I look, and you should know that I had a stroke two years ago. I am doing much better, but still have a balance issue, and sometimes slur my words."Slurring your words might just be because you have a lazy tongue. Perhaps we can find a way to fix that later.”For a moment, I wondered what she meant, then hoped my notions might come true. Leah dropped to her knees directly in front of me and ran a finger along my nearly erect shaft. “It feels so nice to touch a real one again. What a lovely cock you have.”I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a very large penis.”Leah laughed, “Anything more than a mouthful is just wasted. Now let’s begin. I will say a Norwegian word, and you repeat it. Listen carefully to my pronunciation and maybe we can fix your American accent.”Leah said, “Penis.” Then she grabbed my cock with her right hand.This might be fun, so I replied, “Penis!”Leah whispered, “Rub.” Then she began gently sliding her hand along my shaft. Without any lubrication, there was quite a bit of friction.I replied, “Rub!”Leah said, “Lick.” Leah extended her tongue, and starting near the base, began leaving wet trails along each side of my glistening cock. The warm softness of her tongue brought me to full erection.It felt fantastic, and I gasped out, “Lick!”Leah said, “Suck.” She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, using her tongue to tease the underside. Bringing her lips together, I felt the insides of her mouth pressing inward and squeezing tightly against me. When her suction began, she pulled the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. Leah’s head pulled back ever so slightly, allowing her soft lips to glide over me until my cock was almost freed. But not quite. Using the extra room, Leah teased my opening with the tip of her tongue. From the way her tongue easily twirled around, I was certain I contributed my pre-cum.Then her suction pulled me deeper into her mouth. She look

Skandinavian Folklore and Feast Days.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Syv Slags Kaker. (or, Seven Sorts of  Cookies)December 22nd – Evening, Five Days LaterJorunn said, “Well, Gunnar, we are back at our starting point, and this concludes the tour. We got off to a rough start on the first day, but since then, I have enjoyed spending time with you. After my mom got divorced, I stopped dating. Sure, I went out in mixed groups with my friends, but I cannot remember the last time I went somewhere, by myself, with a man. The divorce made me lose all confidence and trust in men. Why enter a relationship, and give my heart to a man, knowing it is going to fail? My father hurt my mother and me so badly, that neither of us have recovered. You were so wonderful to me this week, and showed me that not all men are like my father.”Jorunn looked at me with pleading eyes, “I don’t want this tour to end. I don’t want you to leave. Can you please stay in Oslo at least a few more days?”Jorunn didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave her either. I replied, “Jorunn, I cannot think of anyone or any place I would rather be than here in Oslo, with you.”Jorunn said, “It’s still early enough that we may be able to find seating without a reservation. I know a great place for seafood.”“Lead on,” I replied.Jorunn and I discussed the now-completed tour while enjoying a delicious dinner at a small kafé. I offered suggestions for the tour, but otherwise let her know I enjoyed seeing Norway, and I told her what a wonderful guide she was. After returning to America, I promised to recommend her tours to everyone I knew.As I looked over the dessert menu, I asked Jorunn, “I’m willing to stay a few more days. Are there any other Norwegian Christmas traditions or activities worth doing over the next few days?”“If you put down that dessert menu, there is one called Syv Slags Kaker. I baked seven kinds of cookies to celebrate Jul. If you come to my house, we can have coffee and you can sample all seven kinds.”“That sounds great,” I replied. Jorunn was inviting me to her home. She was beautiful and funny, and I admit I developed fantasies about her as I watched her vlog videos back in the nursing home. Heck, I even created new fantasies over the last week. She was much warmer toward me at the end of the tour. In Tromsø, we shared a blanket as we rode in a sleigh pulled by an actual reindeer. But after the Nutcracker ballet, I held back and did not cross any lines. Could a 56-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman have a sexual relationship? I managed to keep up with Jorunn all week and didn’t see any reason not to. I reached below the table to carefully re-position myself before standing up.We made our way to the Train Station and rode to Jorunn’s neighborhood. As we walked to her house, I noticed many homes with a lighted star in one of the windows.“What are those stars,” I asked.“They are a tradition in Norway. A star is lit on the first Sunday of Advent to help guide the Three Wise Men.”We stopped in front of a modest house. There was no star in the window, but I saw sheaves of oats hung from one of the trees. I was familiar with the tradition of putting out something for the birds in the frigid days of December. As we stepped inside, I was suddenly surprised. “Hi, Mom! I would like you to meet Gunnar Larsen.”“Good evening, Mr. Larsen. Jorunn has been sending me text messages all week about your exciting travels. I hope you enjoyed your tour. My name is Leah.”This was not what I expected. I hoped to be alone with Jorunn. The family resemblance was striking and quite apparent. Leah’s straight hair was a bit shorter than Jorunn’s but matched her daughter’s pure blonde color. Her blue eyes stood out from her attractive face. She was wearing a multi-colored Norwegian Dale sweater and green trousers. I possessed absolutely no experience telling how old Norwegian women are. She must be in her forties but looked younger.I said, “I enjoyed Jorunn’s tour very much. Your daughter is quite talented in many ways. Please, call me Gunnar.”Jorunn said, “Gunnar was asking about other Jul traditions and activities here in Norway over Christmas. I thought Syv Slags Kaker would be a good one, and your cookies are the best ones in Oslo. I’ll make us some coffee.”Leah looked at me, “Please sit Gunnar. How much longer will you be staying in Norway?”I replied, “About two more weeks. I wanted to celebrate the New Year here before returning to America.”I talked about the completed tour, and she seemed interested enough that I rambled on.“I really enjoyed visiting Lillehammer. It brought back memories of watching the 1994 Winter Olympics, probably my favorite one. The music was fantastic, and the woman who sang the Olympic Hymn at the opening ceremony possessed such a wonderful voice.”Leah replied, “Her name is Sissel Kyrkjebø. She is still extremely popular today, and we consider her a national treasure. I was 18 at the time, and worked at those Olympics.”“I’d love to hear more about that,” I replied. “It was nice to see many of the venues still being used. I also enjoyed the Olympic Museum in Maihaugen, which told the history of the 1994 Olympics. I was surprised to learn that Norway has won more Olympic medals than any other country. But the highlight for me was riding the chairlift to the top of the Lysgårdsbakkene ski jump. The views were amazing. I can’t imagine anyone being brave enough to make such a jump.”“I agree with you on that!” laughed Leah.I continued, “We also flew to Tromsø, and I got to see the Northern Lights. We can sometimes see them in southern Minnesota, but they were much more impressive here with the clear Norwegian air. Jorunn and I took a ride in a sleigh, pulled by actual reindeer. Reindeer are much larger than I thought. We visited a Sami farm, where we ate reindeer stew and learned about the Sami culture.”“I’ve never been, but I hear it’s really fun,” replied Leah.“Bærums Verk was also a highlight. You may already know that the town dates to the 1600s. I loved the old buildings and cobbled streets. Although the Christmas Market was small, I found it unique, with artisans selling handmade crafts. It was nice to see the old crafts like glassblowing, ironwork, and woodworking.”Jorunn returned with a large tray, holding coffee and cookies, and we began sampling.Leah asked, “Did you take Gunnar to Pepperkakebyen in Bergen? It’s a marvelous gingerbread village in my hometown. There are over 200 small gingerbread houses, and with the tiny lights turned on, it looks so real.”Jorunn replied, “A week goes by quickly, mamma. There is only so much time. The gingerbread houses are very nice, and I have fond memories of going there with you.”As we continued talking and munching cookies, I looked around at the decorations. There was an advent calendar, wreaths, angels, gnomes called nisse, hearts, stars, and candles. The decorations looked more natural, perhaps a bit less commercialized than in America. There was a real tree, complete with its wonderful pine smell, a star at the top, garland, tinsel, ornaments, and white lights.I looked at Leah, “I noticed that you don’t have a Christmas star in the window as many of the other houses do.”Leah replied, “I found my former husband in bed with another woman. I immediately divorced him. Among the many things he took from Jorunn and I, was our Christmas Star.”Leah sounded deeply hurt and from more than just the missing star. After tasting the last of the seven cookies, Leah asked how I liked them. “The waffle-like Krumkaker was probably my favorite. We tried making them in Minnesota, but yours turned out so much better. And, of course, the Pepperkaker gingerbread stars were great.” I held up another cookie and said, “I don’t know the name of this one, but it was also excellent.”Leah replied, “That one is Serinakaker, a Norwegian butter cookie.”I realized the inevitable, “It is getting late. Thank you both, Leah and Jorunn, for a wonderful evening. I need to get back to my hotel and figure out what to do over the next few days.”I saw Jorunn look at her mother, who nodded. As I stood up, Leah did too. “Nonsense, Gunnar. I won’t have it. Come, spend Christmas with Jorunn and me! Nearly everything in Oslo shuts down in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and stays closed until the 27th. No restaurants or shops will be open. I have an unused bedroom upstairs. Come celebrate Jul with us.”I caught the signal between mother and daughter and wondered if this was pre-planned. But spending Christmas alone in my hotel sounded almost as bad as spending it alone in the nursing home. It was an easy decision. “I accept.”Leah said, “Good. I’ll stop by your hotel tomorrow and help you move your things. Perhaps we can have lunch as well at one of the restaurants along Karl Johans gate.”“It would be my pleasure, ” I replied. “Let’s say, about 11:00 AM”Little Christmas EveDecember 23rd - MorningIt was December 23rd, known in Norway as Lille Julaften. Spending Christmas with Leah and Jorunn created a problem for me. I needed to find at least one Christmas present for each, just in case they bought a gift for me. I got up early and headed out to search. Reflecting on last night, and indeed, the last week, it ended up being far simpler than I feared. I soon found a gift for each, along with reusable cloth gift bags in Christmas colors.I heard a knock on my hotel door and opened it. Leah stood there, holding a coat over her arm. She was wearing a traditional Norwegian folk costume called a bunad. Her blonde hair, simply styled, was highlighted by two attractive braids.I smiled and said, “What a pleasant surprise. You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale.”She looked past me into the messy room, then took a step toward me and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. She stepped back and started laughing. “It didn’t work. I am a fairy tale princess, but you are still a frog! It looks like we have some work to do cleaning up your lily pad.”As Leah entered the room, I said, “I already packed a small bag, enough for a few days.”Leah walked over to the pile of clothes from my week-long trip. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Then she pulled a wool sweater out from the pile. “Keep your wool sweaters away from the rest of your dirty clothes. Wool is harder to clean and may pick up the smell. Let me see what else you packed.”Leah dumped out my small gym bag onto the bed and then began tossing things aside. “This won’t do. We need to take all of your clothes back to my house and wash them.”Fond memories returned. Whenever we went on a trip, Solveig would always dump out my suitcase and re-load it with other clothes. Solvieg would also pick out clothes for me to wear whenever we dressed to go out to weddings or a party.Leah said, “Don’t expect me to wash them for you. I have other things to do to get ready for Christmas. You’ll have enough free time you can wash them yourself. We will gather everything up after we come back from lunch.”What a woman! I can see where Jorunn inherited her strong personality. We left my hotel, and Leah took me to one of her favorite kafés. As we walked, Leah’s bunad drew eyes, and attracted smiles, as if she were a magnet. As we waited for our food, I asked Leah about her bunad.Leah replied, “I don’t get to wear my bunad very often. I usually wear it for National Day in May, and for weddings and baptisms, but I haven’t been to many of those lately. Christmas is also an acceptable time to wear it.”Leah wore the traditional white blouse with a silver neckpin. Her vest was bright red with a handmade breastplate. Her navy skirt was trimmed with intricate embroidery, and covered in front by a white apron. Around her waist and running down the front was a decorative handwoven belt.“I grew up east of Bergen, in the Hardanger region, so my bunad is in the Hardanger style. While details may vary, you can tell where someone is from by which style of bunad they are wearing. It would not be proper to choose a bunad from a different region simply because you prefer a different color.”“That’s a lovely silver brooch you have on. It looks very old.”“It was my grandmother’s. Norwegians have a spiritual connection to silver, and silver brooches are handed down for many generations. One day, it will be Jorunn’s.”The food was excellent. I have not eaten a bad meal here in Norway. Leah was a great conversationalist, and she freely shared her humor and wit. Her stories from the 1994 Olympics were fascinating, and even though Jorunn and I were just there, I wanted to go back. I learned Leah worked as a radiology technician at a local hospital here in Oslo and took the entire holiday off. The meal finished too quickly, and we returned to my hotel.As we gathered my assorted clothing, I saw one of my socks on the floor, so I walked around Leah to pick it up. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with her. We stared at each other for a moment, then moved at the same time. Our lips came together, and we kissed. Not a gentle kiss, but a passionate one, long and deep. Intentions were clear on both sides.We separated. Leah said, “I have not had sex since divorcing my husband nearly three years ago. That bastard took away more than my Christmas Star, he took away my trust in men. I am forty-seven years old. I never go out on dates, because I’m afraid to open my heart again to another man. Jorunn texted me every night for the past week and would send short videos she took during the day. She kept repeating how much fun she was having with you, and how nice a man you are. I know it sounds funny, but after watching and reading what Jorunn sent me, I feel like I already know you, and have made it past the first date. I know you lost the woman you loved. I cannot replace her in your heart, but if you are ready, I would like to share mine.”This was unexpected. “When I was in Minnesota, I watched Jorunn’s vlog almost every night. She is so sweet and funny and does such an excellent job. Even though I never met Jorunn, I felt like I knew her. To use your dating analogy, it’s one of the reasons I picked her as a tour guide. I felt comfortable with Jorunn and was too afraid to trust another tour company. When I came to Norway, I left my past behind. It is time for me to find something, or someone, to love.”Our bodies came together, and our lips re-joined. Any fears of rejection vanished as I locked my lips onto those of this beautiful Norwegian woman. Our tongues danced with each other, while our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies.“Help me take off my bunad,” pleaded Leah.Together, we unclasped, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and untied, removing one layer at a time of the intricate bunad and laying it over a chair. It was like slowly opening the best Christmas present I have ever gotten, as more of Leah’s body slowly revealed itself to me. Her breasts were small, but firm, and went well with her slender frame. I forgot how delicate a woman’s features are, and Leah’s body was perfect in every way. Below her waist, I found a mound of pure blonde hair, barely darker than the color on her head.“I have no other words, you are truly a gorgeous woman, Leah.”“Thank you, Gunnar. Now it’s my turn to have fun.”Leah approached me. With small steps, she moved gracefully. She lifted my pullover shirt, pausing as it obscured my eyes. “Don’t take your shirt off. Just enjoy the sensations.” In the darkness, her fingers teasingly played with the hairs on my chest. A fingernail flicked back and forth over my nipple, drawing it to an erection. Moving lower, Leah unbuckled my trousers and slid them down, taking my knickers with them. I was not yet erect, but moving rapidly in that direction. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock and lifted, while a single fingernail twirled against my ball sack. Her tongue dragged across the tip of my cock. Then, Leah’s hands moved behind me to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. Her warm breath washed over my cock.Leah stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of my trousers. We remained like this, both naked, looking longingly at each other. Leah reached up and touched my hair. “You have just a touch of grey. I like that. Few mature men are as blessed as you, with a firm, lean body. I see all kinds of patients. You look like a forty-year-old.”I suppose that was one benefit of eating the low-fat, low-sugar, and tasteless nursing home food. I lost nearly thirty pounds. “I am older than I look, and you should know that I had a stroke two years ago. I am doing much better, but still have a balance issue, and sometimes slur my words."Slurring your words might just be because you have a lazy tongue. Perhaps we can find a way to fix that later.”For a moment, I wondered what she meant, then hoped my notions might come true. Leah dropped to her knees directly in front of me and ran a finger along my nearly erect shaft. “It feels so nice to touch a real one again. What a lovely cock you have.”I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a very large penis.”Leah laughed, “Anything more than a mouthful is just wasted. Now let’s begin. I will say a Norwegian word, and you repeat it. Listen carefully to my pronunciation and maybe we can fix your American accent.”Leah said, “Penis.” Then she grabbed my cock with her right hand.This might be fun, so I replied, “Penis!”Leah whispered, “Rub.” Then she began gently sliding her hand along my shaft. Without any lubrication, there was quite a bit of friction.I replied, “Rub!”Leah said, “Lick.” Leah extended her tongue, and starting near the base, began leaving wet trails along each side of my glistening cock. The warm softness of her tongue brought me to full erection.It felt fantastic, and I gasped out, “Lick!”Leah said, “Suck.” She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, using her tongue to tease the underside. Bringing her lips together, I felt the insides of her mouth pressing inward and squeezing tightly against me. When her suction began, she pulled the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. Leah’s head pulled back ever so slightly, allowing her soft lips to glide over me until my cock was almost freed. But not quite. Using the extra room, Leah teased my opening with the tip of her tongue. From the way her tongue easily twirled around, I was certain I contributed my pre-cum.Then her suction pulled me deeper into her mouth. She look

Skandinavian Folklore and Feast Days.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Syv Slags Kaker. (or, Seven Sorts of  Cookies)December 22nd – Evening, Five Days LaterJorunn said, “Well, Gunnar, we are back at our starting point, and this concludes the tour. We got off to a rough start on the first day, but since then, I have enjoyed spending time with you. After my mom got divorced, I stopped dating. Sure, I went out in mixed groups with my friends, but I cannot remember the last time I went somewhere, by myself, with a man. The divorce made me lose all confidence and trust in men. Why enter a relationship, and give my heart to a man, knowing it is going to fail? My father hurt my mother and me so badly, that neither of us have recovered. You were so wonderful to me this week, and showed me that not all men are like my father.”Jorunn looked at me with pleading eyes, “I don’t want this tour to end. I don’t want you to leave. Can you please stay in Oslo at least a few more days?”Jorunn didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave her either. I replied, “Jorunn, I cannot think of anyone or any place I would rather be than here in Oslo, with you.”Jorunn said, “It’s still early enough that we may be able to find seating without a reservation. I know a great place for seafood.”“Lead on,” I replied.Jorunn and I discussed the now-completed tour while enjoying a delicious dinner at a small kafé. I offered suggestions for the tour, but otherwise let her know I enjoyed seeing Norway, and I told her what a wonderful guide she was. After returning to America, I promised to recommend her tours to everyone I knew.As I looked over the dessert menu, I asked Jorunn, “I’m willing to stay a few more days. Are there any other Norwegian Christmas traditions or activities worth doing over the next few days?”“If you put down that dessert menu, there is one called Syv Slags Kaker. I baked seven kinds of cookies to celebrate Jul. If you come to my house, we can have coffee and you can sample all seven kinds.”“That sounds great,” I replied. Jorunn was inviting me to her home. She was beautiful and funny, and I admit I developed fantasies about her as I watched her vlog videos back in the nursing home. Heck, I even created new fantasies over the last week. She was much warmer toward me at the end of the tour. In Tromsø, we shared a blanket as we rode in a sleigh pulled by an actual reindeer. But after the Nutcracker ballet, I held back and did not cross any lines. Could a 56-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman have a sexual relationship? I managed to keep up with Jorunn all week and didn’t see any reason not to. I reached below the table to carefully re-position myself before standing up.We made our way to the Train Station and rode to Jorunn’s neighborhood. As we walked to her house, I noticed many homes with a lighted star in one of the windows.“What are those stars,” I asked.“They are a tradition in Norway. A star is lit on the first Sunday of Advent to help guide the Three Wise Men.”We stopped in front of a modest house. There was no star in the window, but I saw sheaves of oats hung from one of the trees. I was familiar with the tradition of putting out something for the birds in the frigid days of December. As we stepped inside, I was suddenly surprised. “Hi, Mom! I would like you to meet Gunnar Larsen.”“Good evening, Mr. Larsen. Jorunn has been sending me text messages all week about your exciting travels. I hope you enjoyed your tour. My name is Leah.”This was not what I expected. I hoped to be alone with Jorunn. The family resemblance was striking and quite apparent. Leah’s straight hair was a bit shorter than Jorunn’s but matched her daughter’s pure blonde color. Her blue eyes stood out from her attractive face. She was wearing a multi-colored Norwegian Dale sweater and green trousers. I possessed absolutely no experience telling how old Norwegian women are. She must be in her forties but looked younger.I said, “I enjoyed Jorunn’s tour very much. Your daughter is quite talented in many ways. Please, call me Gunnar.”Jorunn said, “Gunnar was asking about other Jul traditions and activities here in Norway over Christmas. I thought Syv Slags Kaker would be a good one, and your cookies are the best ones in Oslo. I’ll make us some coffee.”Leah looked at me, “Please sit Gunnar. How much longer will you be staying in Norway?”I replied, “About two more weeks. I wanted to celebrate the New Year here before returning to America.”I talked about the completed tour, and she seemed interested enough that I rambled on.“I really enjoyed visiting Lillehammer. It brought back memories of watching the 1994 Winter Olympics, probably my favorite one. The music was fantastic, and the woman who sang the Olympic Hymn at the opening ceremony possessed such a wonderful voice.”Leah replied, “Her name is Sissel Kyrkjebø. She is still extremely popular today, and we consider her a national treasure. I was 18 at the time, and worked at those Olympics.”“I’d love to hear more about that,” I replied. “It was nice to see many of the venues still being used. I also enjoyed the Olympic Museum in Maihaugen, which told the history of the 1994 Olympics. I was surprised to learn that Norway has won more Olympic medals than any other country. But the highlight for me was riding the chairlift to the top of the Lysgårdsbakkene ski jump. The views were amazing. I can’t imagine anyone being brave enough to make such a jump.”“I agree with you on that!” laughed Leah.I continued, “We also flew to Tromsø, and I got to see the Northern Lights. We can sometimes see them in southern Minnesota, but they were much more impressive here with the clear Norwegian air. Jorunn and I took a ride in a sleigh, pulled by actual reindeer. Reindeer are much larger than I thought. We visited a Sami farm, where we ate reindeer stew and learned about the Sami culture.”“I’ve never been, but I hear it’s really fun,” replied Leah.“Bærums Verk was also a highlight. You may already know that the town dates to the 1600s. I loved the old buildings and cobbled streets. Although the Christmas Market was small, I found it unique, with artisans selling handmade crafts. It was nice to see the old crafts like glassblowing, ironwork, and woodworking.”Jorunn returned with a large tray, holding coffee and cookies, and we began sampling.Leah asked, “Did you take Gunnar to Pepperkakebyen in Bergen? It’s a marvelous gingerbread village in my hometown. There are over 200 small gingerbread houses, and with the tiny lights turned on, it looks so real.”Jorunn replied, “A week goes by quickly, mamma. There is only so much time. The gingerbread houses are very nice, and I have fond memories of going there with you.”As we continued talking and munching cookies, I looked around at the decorations. There was an advent calendar, wreaths, angels, gnomes called nisse, hearts, stars, and candles. The decorations looked more natural, perhaps a bit less commercialized than in America. There was a real tree, complete with its wonderful pine smell, a star at the top, garland, tinsel, ornaments, and white lights.I looked at Leah, “I noticed that you don’t have a Christmas star in the window as many of the other houses do.”Leah replied, “I found my former husband in bed with another woman. I immediately divorced him. Among the many things he took from Jorunn and I, was our Christmas Star.”Leah sounded deeply hurt and from more than just the missing star. After tasting the last of the seven cookies, Leah asked how I liked them. “The waffle-like Krumkaker was probably my favorite. We tried making them in Minnesota, but yours turned out so much better. And, of course, the Pepperkaker gingerbread stars were great.” I held up another cookie and said, “I don’t know the name of this one, but it was also excellent.”Leah replied, “That one is Serinakaker, a Norwegian butter cookie.”I realized the inevitable, “It is getting late. Thank you both, Leah and Jorunn, for a wonderful evening. I need to get back to my hotel and figure out what to do over the next few days.”I saw Jorunn look at her mother, who nodded. As I stood up, Leah did too. “Nonsense, Gunnar. I won’t have it. Come, spend Christmas with Jorunn and me! Nearly everything in Oslo shuts down in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and stays closed until the 27th. No restaurants or shops will be open. I have an unused bedroom upstairs. Come celebrate Jul with us.”I caught the signal between mother and daughter and wondered if this was pre-planned. But spending Christmas alone in my hotel sounded almost as bad as spending it alone in the nursing home. It was an easy decision. “I accept.”Leah said, “Good. I’ll stop by your hotel tomorrow and help you move your things. Perhaps we can have lunch as well at one of the restaurants along Karl Johans gate.”“It would be my pleasure, ” I replied. “Let’s say, about 11:00 AM”Little Christmas EveDecember 23rd - MorningIt was December 23rd, known in Norway as Lille Julaften. Spending Christmas with Leah and Jorunn created a problem for me. I needed to find at least one Christmas present for each, just in case they bought a gift for me. I got up early and headed out to search. Reflecting on last night, and indeed, the last week, it ended up being far simpler than I feared. I soon found a gift for each, along with reusable cloth gift bags in Christmas colors.I heard a knock on my hotel door and opened it. Leah stood there, holding a coat over her arm. She was wearing a traditional Norwegian folk costume called a bunad. Her blonde hair, simply styled, was highlighted by two attractive braids.I smiled and said, “What a pleasant surprise. You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale.”She looked past me into the messy room, then took a step toward me and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. She stepped back and started laughing. “It didn’t work. I am a fairy tale princess, but you are still a frog! It looks like we have some work to do cleaning up your lily pad.”As Leah entered the room, I said, “I already packed a small bag, enough for a few days.”Leah walked over to the pile of clothes from my week-long trip. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Then she pulled a wool sweater out from the pile. “Keep your wool sweaters away from the rest of your dirty clothes. Wool is harder to clean and may pick up the smell. Let me see what else you packed.”Leah dumped out my small gym bag onto the bed and then began tossing things aside. “This won’t do. We need to take all of your clothes back to my house and wash them.”Fond memories returned. Whenever we went on a trip, Solveig would always dump out my suitcase and re-load it with other clothes. Solvieg would also pick out clothes for me to wear whenever we dressed to go out to weddings or a party.Leah said, “Don’t expect me to wash them for you. I have other things to do to get ready for Christmas. You’ll have enough free time you can wash them yourself. We will gather everything up after we come back from lunch.”What a woman! I can see where Jorunn inherited her strong personality. We left my hotel, and Leah took me to one of her favorite kafés. As we walked, Leah’s bunad drew eyes, and attracted smiles, as if she were a magnet. As we waited for our food, I asked Leah about her bunad.Leah replied, “I don’t get to wear my bunad very often. I usually wear it for National Day in May, and for weddings and baptisms, but I haven’t been to many of those lately. Christmas is also an acceptable time to wear it.”Leah wore the traditional white blouse with a silver neckpin. Her vest was bright red with a handmade breastplate. Her navy skirt was trimmed with intricate embroidery, and covered in front by a white apron. Around her waist and running down the front was a decorative handwoven belt.“I grew up east of Bergen, in the Hardanger region, so my bunad is in the Hardanger style. While details may vary, you can tell where someone is from by which style of bunad they are wearing. It would not be proper to choose a bunad from a different region simply because you prefer a different color.”“That’s a lovely silver brooch you have on. It looks very old.”“It was my grandmother’s. Norwegians have a spiritual connection to silver, and silver brooches are handed down for many generations. One day, it will be Jorunn’s.”The food was excellent. I have not eaten a bad meal here in Norway. Leah was a great conversationalist, and she freely shared her humor and wit. Her stories from the 1994 Olympics were fascinating, and even though Jorunn and I were just there, I wanted to go back. I learned Leah worked as a radiology technician at a local hospital here in Oslo and took the entire holiday off. The meal finished too quickly, and we returned to my hotel.As we gathered my assorted clothing, I saw one of my socks on the floor, so I walked around Leah to pick it up. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with her. We stared at each other for a moment, then moved at the same time. Our lips came together, and we kissed. Not a gentle kiss, but a passionate one, long and deep. Intentions were clear on both sides.We separated. Leah said, “I have not had sex since divorcing my husband nearly three years ago. That bastard took away more than my Christmas Star, he took away my trust in men. I am forty-seven years old. I never go out on dates, because I’m afraid to open my heart again to another man. Jorunn texted me every night for the past week and would send short videos she took during the day. She kept repeating how much fun she was having with you, and how nice a man you are. I know it sounds funny, but after watching and reading what Jorunn sent me, I feel like I already know you, and have made it past the first date. I know you lost the woman you loved. I cannot replace her in your heart, but if you are ready, I would like to share mine.”This was unexpected. “When I was in Minnesota, I watched Jorunn’s vlog almost every night. She is so sweet and funny and does such an excellent job. Even though I never met Jorunn, I felt like I knew her. To use your dating analogy, it’s one of the reasons I picked her as a tour guide. I felt comfortable with Jorunn and was too afraid to trust another tour company. When I came to Norway, I left my past behind. It is time for me to find something, or someone, to love.”Our bodies came together, and our lips re-joined. Any fears of rejection vanished as I locked my lips onto those of this beautiful Norwegian woman. Our tongues danced with each other, while our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies.“Help me take off my bunad,” pleaded Leah.Together, we unclasped, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and untied, removing one layer at a time of the intricate bunad and laying it over a chair. It was like slowly opening the best Christmas present I have ever gotten, as more of Leah’s body slowly revealed itself to me. Her breasts were small, but firm, and went well with her slender frame. I forgot how delicate a woman’s features are, and Leah’s body was perfect in every way. Below her waist, I found a mound of pure blonde hair, barely darker than the color on her head.“I have no other words, you are truly a gorgeous woman, Leah.”“Thank you, Gunnar. Now it’s my turn to have fun.”Leah approached me. With small steps, she moved gracefully. She lifted my pullover shirt, pausing as it obscured my eyes. “Don’t take your shirt off. Just enjoy the sensations.” In the darkness, her fingers teasingly played with the hairs on my chest. A fingernail flicked back and forth over my nipple, drawing it to an erection. Moving lower, Leah unbuckled my trousers and slid them down, taking my knickers with them. I was not yet erect, but moving rapidly in that direction. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock and lifted, while a single fingernail twirled against my ball sack. Her tongue dragged across the tip of my cock. Then, Leah’s hands moved behind me to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. Her warm breath washed over my cock.Leah stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of my trousers. We remained like this, both naked, looking longingly at each other. Leah reached up and touched my hair. “You have just a touch of grey. I like that. Few mature men are as blessed as you, with a firm, lean body. I see all kinds of patients. You look like a forty-year-old.”I suppose that was one benefit of eating the low-fat, low-sugar, and tasteless nursing home food. I lost nearly thirty pounds. “I am older than I look, and you should know that I had a stroke two years ago. I am doing much better, but still have a balance issue, and sometimes slur my words."Slurring your words might just be because you have a lazy tongue. Perhaps we can find a way to fix that later.”For a moment, I wondered what she meant, then hoped my notions might come true. Leah dropped to her knees directly in front of me and ran a finger along my nearly erect shaft. “It feels so nice to touch a real one again. What a lovely cock you have.”I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a very large penis.”Leah laughed, “Anything more than a mouthful is just wasted. Now let’s begin. I will say a Norwegian word, and you repeat it. Listen carefully to my pronunciation and maybe we can fix your American accent.”Leah said, “Penis.” Then she grabbed my cock with her right hand.This might be fun, so I replied, “Penis!”Leah whispered, “Rub.” Then she began gently sliding her hand along my shaft. Without any lubrication, there was quite a bit of friction.I replied, “Rub!”Leah said, “Lick.” Leah extended her tongue, and starting near the base, began leaving wet trails along each side of my glistening cock. The warm softness of her tongue brought me to full erection.It felt fantastic, and I gasped out, “Lick!”Leah said, “Suck.” She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, using her tongue to tease the underside. Bringing her lips together, I felt the insides of her mouth pressing inward and squeezing tightly against me. When her suction began, she pulled the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. Leah’s head pulled back ever so slightly, allowing her soft lips to glide over me until my cock was almost freed. But not quite. Using the extra room, Leah teased my opening with the tip of her tongue. From the way her tongue easily twirled around, I was certain I contributed my pre-cum.Then her suction pulled me deeper into her mouth. She look

Sledges, Corkscrews, and other fears.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Once at the starting point, we both sat down on our sledges. I was grateful only a few others were preparing to ride, but gasped again when I saw how youthful their faces were. I doubted anyone here was over thirty years old. I wondered whether Jorunn was punishing me, or perhaps was hoping I would voluntarily quit the tour.“I don’t know if I can do this, Jorunn. I’m afraid.”Jorunn looked me in the eye with a grim look on her face.“Afraid is coming home with my mother, and finding my father sleeping with another woman. Afraid is watching how he broke apart my family and wondering how my mom and I would go on. Afraid is me cutting off my father and not wanting to ever see him again.”“Afraid is quitting a dead-end job and trying to earn a living as a vlogger in one of the most expensive countries on earth. Afraid is checking every morning for clicks, likes, and followers, and finding out the numbers did not change.”“Afraid is starting a private small-group tour company, all by myself, and weaving my way through the many regulations, laws, and insurance requirements. Afraid is knowing I have to book at least one trip a month just to cover those costs.”“Afraid is taking a group of six to Svalbard for a glacier hike in early summer, and spotting a polar bear less than 200 meters away lumbering towards us. Afraid is watching our guide fire off the last of her flares, but seeing the bear still coming. Afraid is the look in our guide’s eyes as she reached for her rifle.”“You don’t need to be afraid of sledging, Gunnar. What you need to be afraid of is being too afraid to try sledging. Meet me at the bottom of the hill. Either make the run or turn in your sledge and take the Metro down the hill.”I watched Jorunn push off and head down the run, then thought about her words. I lived a good life in Minnesota, meeting Solveig in college and then stepping right into a lifetime job with the 3M company. Adventure was going to our lake cabin where the only challenges were fighting off mosquitos, and figuring out how to remove burnt marshmallows off the end of a stick. After our first child, Solveig and I stopped doing anything like sledding, and instead sat and watched our kids having all the fun.What am I doing here in Norway? Why am I here? Jorunn answered that question for me. I pushed off and started my run.I fought my way down the mountain, and as I approached the end of the run, I was happy to see it level off. I saw Jorunn standing next to her sledge, her small camera pointed at me. I raised both hands over my head, waved, then yelled, “I did it!” I coasted to a stop three meters past her.Jorunn ran up to me, and as I stood, she hugged me. “I’m proud of you Gunnar.” As we hugged, under the clear blue skies and chilly temperatures, I closed my eyes and went back 35 years to a small hill in Minneapolis, where I hugged Solvieg after sledding. Jorunn released me and stepped back.I yelped, “It was wonderful! I kept to the side as other people whizzed past me. A few sections were bumpy, and my teeth rattled. The only time I was scared was when there was a steep drop-off on one side. Don’t you use guardrails in Norway?”“You may have seen a few small concrete walls, but we believe in personal responsibility here in Norway. If you cannot manage a sledge, you should not make the run. The authorities do monitor the conditions and sometimes close the run when it is too icy.”“Does that mean you believed in me? Believed I could make it down the hill?”“There is nothing wrong with you, Gunnar. While I was waiting here at the bottom of the hill, I read about your Iron Range in Minnesota. You are rusty. There is a Wizard of Oz Museum there. You are the Tin Man. This tour is the Oil Can. Figure it out. The Oil Can only works if you pick it up and use it. Stand tall and walk proudly for as long as you can. If you fall, get up and keep going.”It was an interesting way to look at life. I was only 56 years old, but for the last few years, I acted like I was 80. I still have many years to go sledging, if only I was not afraid to try.I turned to Jorunn. “Let’s go again!”Pea SoupDecember 16 - Mid-DayAfter three more runs, Jorunn and I turned in our sledges and ate lunch at the beautiful Frognersteren Restaurant on top of the hill. I followed her suggestion of a thick pea soup with meatballs and potatoes. It was delicious. As we sipped hot chocolate, it felt good to be alive again.“A week ago, I was in a nursing home in Minnesota. After my wife died, no one visited me, not even my adult children. I was alone. It was a terrible place, run by a terrible nurse. I had to get out. I made plans with my lawyer, then walked out the front door and got on a plane to come to Norway. What’s the worst place you have ever been?”“Dublin, Ireland. After the divorce, my mother and I were struggling financially. We had gone from living a comfortable life to living paycheck to paycheck. I saw a post on the Internet for a job as a body double for a Vikings television program. I wasn’t sure what a body double did, but it paid well for a short gig. I took all my clothes off while a dozen people stared at me and took photos and videos. I hadn’t been naked in front of any man in over a year, since before the divorce. They must have liked me because I got the part, and they flew me to Dublin. The next morning, I went to the studios. I sat there in a robe while they cut and styled my hair to match the actress I was portraying. Then off to the makeup department, where I removed my robe while they applied fake tattoos and full body makeup so I would look dirty in all the right places.”“After lunch in the studio, the costume department placed me in a white linen tunic. When it was time to film, they told me to stand in front of the lead actor while he lifted the tunic off me and tossed it aside. He was much older than me, and with his beard, he reminded me of my father. He exuded the same swagger as if the world revolved only around him. I would be fully exposed to him, and to the camera crew, who were filming me from behind. They told me to act submissive and let the lead actor hug me. It took several takes and a few tweaks before the director was happy.”“Next, I was ordered to lay down on a stylized Viking bed covered with furs. The sex scene was to be filmed twice. Once for television, then for an unrated video release. The make-up people gave me a once over, then thankfully positioned a flesh-covered patch over my vagina. In the first shot, I was naked, but the lead actor remained fully clothed. He stood and positioned himself between my legs, and they told me to keep my vagina pressed tight against his crotch as he bucked against me. We needed to make the audience believe we were having sex while showing them nothing. I remained in this position while they adjusted the lighting and camera angles, and beneath his trousers, I felt the lead actor’s erect cock pressed against me.”“The director yelled, ‘Action’. Once again, they told me to be submissive, and let the lead actor take charge. He started humping against me. Looking up at him, he was still a handsome man, and I wondered how many women around the world dreamed or fantasized about being in the same place I was. I wasn’t one of them, but I understood this was why they hired me, so I accepted it. Like earlier, it took several takes. The director would review the shot and make small adjustments each time. After the last take, I saw a large wet spot on the front of the lead actor’s trousers.”“Then it was time for the unrated scene. A host of costume and make-up people swarmed around the actor while I lay there naked. This time, he was to be naked as he approached the bed. The camera angle was off to the side to avoid full frontal and he used his left hand to shield his erection, thankfully contained in a flesh-covered sock. The scene began with the lead actor approaching me, and once in position, he began humping against me. His covered cock slid against the covering over my vagina, but the sensations passed right through. My nipples became erect, and I felt my wetness building.”“After several takes, the director was happy, and we moved on to the last scene for which I was needed. In this one, the lead actor would be laying on top of me, his arms extended and propping himself up with his hands placed on either side of my body. This scene was more challenging because it needed to be mixed with prior facial cuts shot separately with the lead male actor and lead female actress. The scene would be filmed from several angles including above and below. As the director reviewed the earlier footage, the makeup people worked on my face and hair.”“The next thing I felt was the lead actor lying on top of me, his body pressing his erect cock against the patch covering my vagina. I wanted to turn away, but he told me to look at him because it would help him release his creative juices. I feared the possible double entendre. Here I was, face-to-face with the avatar of the man I hated more than anyone, the man who destroyed our family. When the director was ready, he said to go at it and try to simulate real sex. He yelled 'Action’. I was sweating under the lights, and the patch covering my vagina began to slip, aided by the movement of the lead actor’s covered cock. As my pussy became more exposed, I was afraid his cock might slide into me, so I yelled 'Cut!’. Everything stopped, and I pushed him off.”“That was enough. I yelled I was through, gathered my things, and headed for the front door. I paid my own way back to Oslo, and thought about filing a protest, but later learned what they did was mostly proper. Most sex scenes are between two body doubles. It is rare, but sometimes a lead actor will film such scenes if they have it in their nudity clause. I had a new appreciation for body doubles, but my own acting career lasted one day, and looking at the final scenes after release, I was on screen for eight seconds, and no one knew it was me!”I said, “Wow. We have something in common. The nursing home did everything properly, but like you, I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I headed for the front door. I’m sorry for your terrible experience.”Jorunn shook her head, “Don’t be sorry. The experience ended up changing my life for the better. After I got back to Oslo, I swore to never work for anyone else again. I wanted to direct my own scenes, so I started doing vlogs. That led to the creation of my tour company. As things turned out, I walked out one door and right into something I loved. Plus, I walked out wearing this really cool, braided leather Viking headband I have on now. You are halfway there. You have walked out the front door. Now you must find something, or someone, to love.”A profound statement from someone so young.SpikersuppaDecember 16 - AfternoonI noticed the sun getting low on the horizon. Jorunn caught my glance and said, “The sun sets early here in Oslo, around 3:30 in the afternoon. In some of the northern cities, it set last month and will not rise again until spring.”I didn’t want to spend the rest of the day looking at museums, and flushed with my success on the hill, I took a chance. “Do you ice skate?”Jorunn replied, “I do, but not very well.”I said, “If you know of a skating rink with lights, maybe we can go there and skate.”“There is a nice lighted one in downtown Oslo called Spikersuppa,” said Jorunn. “When the sun goes down in Oslo, the twinkling lights are turned on, bringing with them their magic. The ice-skating rink is close to the Christmas market, which is our agenda for tonight.”“That sounds great to me,” I replied.We took the T-bane back to downtown Oslo and arrived as the sun was setting. There weren’t any clouds, but the multi-layered horizon was still beautiful. Orange along the bottom, and above it, increasingly darker hues of blue and purple, before turning to black in the night sky. After leaving the train station Jorunn and I walked along a pedestrian-only street named 'Karl Johns gate’ passing high-end stores and restaurants. Jorunn either pointed to, or mentioned, notable downtown buildings such as the Royal Palace, Parliament, the National Theatre, the Grand Hotel, and the original University of Oslo buildings. We also passed the brilliantly lit Freia clock, associated with the long-time Norwegian chocolate maker, and the unofficial symbol of Oslo.We rented skates and then stepped tentatively onto the ice. It wasn’t a big rink, and fortunately, not crowded. In the middle was a frozen water fountain. Christmas music was playing and twinkling lights glowed all around us.“I played ice hockey in Minnesota when I was in high school, but haven’t skated since.”“My father used to take me to figure skating lessons when I was young, but I stopped. I kept falling when trying to do spins.”“Maybe we can help each other out. Have you ever tried ice dancing?”Jorunn laughed. “No! Never!”“Neither have I. But a wise woman once told me that I should not be afraid of ice dancing. What I should be afraid of is being too afraid to try ice dancing.”Jorunn smiled, “A very wise woman, indeed! Let’s try it and see what happens.”I remember watching the wonderful British duo of Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean ice dancing in their last Olympics in 1994. The Olympics were here in Norway, in Lillehammer. I was not about to try any lifts or spins, but I reached my right arm behind Jorunn and placed my hand on her right hip. Taking her left hand in mine, I held her left arm across my body.“Ready?” I asked.Jorunn nodded, and together we pushed off. Right. Left. Right. Left. We moved slowly, side-by-side, in a steady rhythm, and made it around the rink making only a few wobbles. After three more passes, my ancient muscle memory awoke, and I wanted to do more. We separated and I joined my right hand to her left. “We can take longer strides and skate a little faster this way.”After another trip around the rink, we added a slow weaving pattern. Coming out of the last turn, I told Jorunn, “Here is your chance to be a figure skater. I’ll hold your hand. Try a spin.”I skated slightly just ahead of Jorunn, then pulled her forward so she would have enough speed. I raised her hand into the air as she went past, and she started spinning. She yelled, “I’m doing it.” And she was, at least until her speed slowed and she fell into me. “Dam toe pick!” she yelled. With her arms around me, our eyes met. Then she wrinkled her nose, her signature facial expression on the vlogs indicating she didn’t like something. Just as quickly, her face lit up and her big smile glowed. “I’m laughing too hard inside. That was such fun!” She burst out laughing and I joined her. We finally broke the ice, here on the ice.Jorunn separated from me and said, “It is time for Christmas Market.” I helped her up and we turned in our skates. The nearby lights and sounds beckoned.The Christmas MarketDecember 16 - EveningThe sun set long ago and was now just a memory. It was completely dark, but downtown Oslo turned into a Christmas wonderland. There were twinkling lights on almost every tree, with the large and stately buildings surrounding us outlined in white lights to accompany their dramatic uplighting. Oslo was so different than Minneapolis. In downtown Minneapolis, 30-year-old buildings were being torn down to build taller ones in the same location. Here, the buildings were massive, centuries-old, covering an entire block, and they were still in use, letting everyone appreciate the history and architecture. Jorunn and I saw glass-covered buildings in Oslo, with their clean modern architecture, but this was the heart of the city. The life, the pulse, and vitality of Oslo all sprang from here.Towering above everything at the Christmas Market was a brilliantly lit Ferris wheel, each spoke outlined in white lights. I looked at Jorunn and she nodded. She took my hand, and we ran for the Ferris wheel, artfully dodging between the growing number of people.When we boarded, we found each of the seats enclosed in a glass bubble, possibly as a safety measure, or just as likely, protection from the cold. One of the benefits of this was being able to move around a bit, which afforded us a 360-degree aerial view of downtown Oslo. We paused near the top, where Jorunn pulled out her camera.Jorunn said, “It’s rather romantic up here. We should do a selfie.” She sat down right me. “Kiss me. On the lips. Just a quick one. I have the timer set for three seconds. We’ll put our lips together and hold them for a few seconds until the flash goes off.”“Jorunn, I am much older than you. I don’t think it will look very romantic.”“Gunnar, you’re not too old to kiss someone. And if I need to, I can do a little digital touchup, or just flash a quick cut. It will be perfect.”“How do want me to kiss you? Do you want my eyes open or closed? Should I look at the camera or…”Jorunn quickly reached behind my head and pulled me to her. As our lips met, I closed my eyes, and my mouth responded. I felt her softness and a quick tease as Jorunn’s tongue glazed over my lips. A flash went off. But Jorunn did not separate, nor did I. I opened my eyes, and saw that Jorunn’s eyes closed. As our lips pressed together, it felt so warm and comfortable.We separated, and Jorunn said, “Perfect!” Then she looked at the photo just taken. I thought about the sequence of her words and her actions. Jorunn switched over to video and began doing her vlog. She was speaking in English. Immersed in Norwegian for three days, it almost sounded like a foreign language to me. When Jorunn finished, I asked her why she didn’t record her vlogs in Norwegian.She surprised me by continuing in English. “Norwegians already live here. Who would watch my videos if I recorded them in Norwegian? If someone in Norway wants to see the view from the top of this Ferris wheel, they will come here and ride it. People from every continent watch my videos and speak at least some English. It used to bother me when I would get comments on my videos complaining I spoke with a Norwegian accent. Now I just laugh.”I asked her, “Every continent? Including Antarctica?”“Yes. The Norwegian Polar Institute has a year-round research station in Antarctica named 'Troll’. Their mission is to study the polar regions and the effects of global warming and pollution. It’s not a tourist destination, but they have talked to me about possibly going there. They want to do more outreach, to spread the word to younger audiences on social media. I have followers there, but we haven’t been able to work out the permissions and details. The

Sledges, Corkscrews, and other fears.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Once at the starting point, we both sat down on our sledges. I was grateful only a few others were preparing to ride, but gasped again when I saw how youthful their faces were. I doubted anyone here was over thirty years old. I wondered whether Jorunn was punishing me, or perhaps was hoping I would voluntarily quit the tour.“I don’t know if I can do this, Jorunn. I’m afraid.”Jorunn looked me in the eye with a grim look on her face.“Afraid is coming home with my mother, and finding my father sleeping with another woman. Afraid is watching how he broke apart my family and wondering how my mom and I would go on. Afraid is me cutting off my father and not wanting to ever see him again.”“Afraid is quitting a dead-end job and trying to earn a living as a vlogger in one of the most expensive countries on earth. Afraid is checking every morning for clicks, likes, and followers, and finding out the numbers did not change.”“Afraid is starting a private small-group tour company, all by myself, and weaving my way through the many regulations, laws, and insurance requirements. Afraid is knowing I have to book at least one trip a month just to cover those costs.”“Afraid is taking a group of six to Svalbard for a glacier hike in early summer, and spotting a polar bear less than 200 meters away lumbering towards us. Afraid is watching our guide fire off the last of her flares, but seeing the bear still coming. Afraid is the look in our guide’s eyes as she reached for her rifle.”“You don’t need to be afraid of sledging, Gunnar. What you need to be afraid of is being too afraid to try sledging. Meet me at the bottom of the hill. Either make the run or turn in your sledge and take the Metro down the hill.”I watched Jorunn push off and head down the run, then thought about her words. I lived a good life in Minnesota, meeting Solveig in college and then stepping right into a lifetime job with the 3M company. Adventure was going to our lake cabin where the only challenges were fighting off mosquitos, and figuring out how to remove burnt marshmallows off the end of a stick. After our first child, Solveig and I stopped doing anything like sledding, and instead sat and watched our kids having all the fun.What am I doing here in Norway? Why am I here? Jorunn answered that question for me. I pushed off and started my run.I fought my way down the mountain, and as I approached the end of the run, I was happy to see it level off. I saw Jorunn standing next to her sledge, her small camera pointed at me. I raised both hands over my head, waved, then yelled, “I did it!” I coasted to a stop three meters past her.Jorunn ran up to me, and as I stood, she hugged me. “I’m proud of you Gunnar.” As we hugged, under the clear blue skies and chilly temperatures, I closed my eyes and went back 35 years to a small hill in Minneapolis, where I hugged Solvieg after sledding. Jorunn released me and stepped back.I yelped, “It was wonderful! I kept to the side as other people whizzed past me. A few sections were bumpy, and my teeth rattled. The only time I was scared was when there was a steep drop-off on one side. Don’t you use guardrails in Norway?”“You may have seen a few small concrete walls, but we believe in personal responsibility here in Norway. If you cannot manage a sledge, you should not make the run. The authorities do monitor the conditions and sometimes close the run when it is too icy.”“Does that mean you believed in me? Believed I could make it down the hill?”“There is nothing wrong with you, Gunnar. While I was waiting here at the bottom of the hill, I read about your Iron Range in Minnesota. You are rusty. There is a Wizard of Oz Museum there. You are the Tin Man. This tour is the Oil Can. Figure it out. The Oil Can only works if you pick it up and use it. Stand tall and walk proudly for as long as you can. If you fall, get up and keep going.”It was an interesting way to look at life. I was only 56 years old, but for the last few years, I acted like I was 80. I still have many years to go sledging, if only I was not afraid to try.I turned to Jorunn. “Let’s go again!”Pea SoupDecember 16 - Mid-DayAfter three more runs, Jorunn and I turned in our sledges and ate lunch at the beautiful Frognersteren Restaurant on top of the hill. I followed her suggestion of a thick pea soup with meatballs and potatoes. It was delicious. As we sipped hot chocolate, it felt good to be alive again.“A week ago, I was in a nursing home in Minnesota. After my wife died, no one visited me, not even my adult children. I was alone. It was a terrible place, run by a terrible nurse. I had to get out. I made plans with my lawyer, then walked out the front door and got on a plane to come to Norway. What’s the worst place you have ever been?”“Dublin, Ireland. After the divorce, my mother and I were struggling financially. We had gone from living a comfortable life to living paycheck to paycheck. I saw a post on the Internet for a job as a body double for a Vikings television program. I wasn’t sure what a body double did, but it paid well for a short gig. I took all my clothes off while a dozen people stared at me and took photos and videos. I hadn’t been naked in front of any man in over a year, since before the divorce. They must have liked me because I got the part, and they flew me to Dublin. The next morning, I went to the studios. I sat there in a robe while they cut and styled my hair to match the actress I was portraying. Then off to the makeup department, where I removed my robe while they applied fake tattoos and full body makeup so I would look dirty in all the right places.”“After lunch in the studio, the costume department placed me in a white linen tunic. When it was time to film, they told me to stand in front of the lead actor while he lifted the tunic off me and tossed it aside. He was much older than me, and with his beard, he reminded me of my father. He exuded the same swagger as if the world revolved only around him. I would be fully exposed to him, and to the camera crew, who were filming me from behind. They told me to act submissive and let the lead actor hug me. It took several takes and a few tweaks before the director was happy.”“Next, I was ordered to lay down on a stylized Viking bed covered with furs. The sex scene was to be filmed twice. Once for television, then for an unrated video release. The make-up people gave me a once over, then thankfully positioned a flesh-covered patch over my vagina. In the first shot, I was naked, but the lead actor remained fully clothed. He stood and positioned himself between my legs, and they told me to keep my vagina pressed tight against his crotch as he bucked against me. We needed to make the audience believe we were having sex while showing them nothing. I remained in this position while they adjusted the lighting and camera angles, and beneath his trousers, I felt the lead actor’s erect cock pressed against me.”“The director yelled, ‘Action’. Once again, they told me to be submissive, and let the lead actor take charge. He started humping against me. Looking up at him, he was still a handsome man, and I wondered how many women around the world dreamed or fantasized about being in the same place I was. I wasn’t one of them, but I understood this was why they hired me, so I accepted it. Like earlier, it took several takes. The director would review the shot and make small adjustments each time. After the last take, I saw a large wet spot on the front of the lead actor’s trousers.”“Then it was time for the unrated scene. A host of costume and make-up people swarmed around the actor while I lay there naked. This time, he was to be naked as he approached the bed. The camera angle was off to the side to avoid full frontal and he used his left hand to shield his erection, thankfully contained in a flesh-covered sock. The scene began with the lead actor approaching me, and once in position, he began humping against me. His covered cock slid against the covering over my vagina, but the sensations passed right through. My nipples became erect, and I felt my wetness building.”“After several takes, the director was happy, and we moved on to the last scene for which I was needed. In this one, the lead actor would be laying on top of me, his arms extended and propping himself up with his hands placed on either side of my body. This scene was more challenging because it needed to be mixed with prior facial cuts shot separately with the lead male actor and lead female actress. The scene would be filmed from several angles including above and below. As the director reviewed the earlier footage, the makeup people worked on my face and hair.”“The next thing I felt was the lead actor lying on top of me, his body pressing his erect cock against the patch covering my vagina. I wanted to turn away, but he told me to look at him because it would help him release his creative juices. I feared the possible double entendre. Here I was, face-to-face with the avatar of the man I hated more than anyone, the man who destroyed our family. When the director was ready, he said to go at it and try to simulate real sex. He yelled 'Action’. I was sweating under the lights, and the patch covering my vagina began to slip, aided by the movement of the lead actor’s covered cock. As my pussy became more exposed, I was afraid his cock might slide into me, so I yelled 'Cut!’. Everything stopped, and I pushed him off.”“That was enough. I yelled I was through, gathered my things, and headed for the front door. I paid my own way back to Oslo, and thought about filing a protest, but later learned what they did was mostly proper. Most sex scenes are between two body doubles. It is rare, but sometimes a lead actor will film such scenes if they have it in their nudity clause. I had a new appreciation for body doubles, but my own acting career lasted one day, and looking at the final scenes after release, I was on screen for eight seconds, and no one knew it was me!”I said, “Wow. We have something in common. The nursing home did everything properly, but like you, I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I headed for the front door. I’m sorry for your terrible experience.”Jorunn shook her head, “Don’t be sorry. The experience ended up changing my life for the better. After I got back to Oslo, I swore to never work for anyone else again. I wanted to direct my own scenes, so I started doing vlogs. That led to the creation of my tour company. As things turned out, I walked out one door and right into something I loved. Plus, I walked out wearing this really cool, braided leather Viking headband I have on now. You are halfway there. You have walked out the front door. Now you must find something, or someone, to love.”A profound statement from someone so young.SpikersuppaDecember 16 - AfternoonI noticed the sun getting low on the horizon. Jorunn caught my glance and said, “The sun sets early here in Oslo, around 3:30 in the afternoon. In some of the northern cities, it set last month and will not rise again until spring.”I didn’t want to spend the rest of the day looking at museums, and flushed with my success on the hill, I took a chance. “Do you ice skate?”Jorunn replied, “I do, but not very well.”I said, “If you know of a skating rink with lights, maybe we can go there and skate.”“There is a nice lighted one in downtown Oslo called Spikersuppa,” said Jorunn. “When the sun goes down in Oslo, the twinkling lights are turned on, bringing with them their magic. The ice-skating rink is close to the Christmas market, which is our agenda for tonight.”“That sounds great to me,” I replied.We took the T-bane back to downtown Oslo and arrived as the sun was setting. There weren’t any clouds, but the multi-layered horizon was still beautiful. Orange along the bottom, and above it, increasingly darker hues of blue and purple, before turning to black in the night sky. After leaving the train station Jorunn and I walked along a pedestrian-only street named 'Karl Johns gate’ passing high-end stores and restaurants. Jorunn either pointed to, or mentioned, notable downtown buildings such as the Royal Palace, Parliament, the National Theatre, the Grand Hotel, and the original University of Oslo buildings. We also passed the brilliantly lit Freia clock, associated with the long-time Norwegian chocolate maker, and the unofficial symbol of Oslo.We rented skates and then stepped tentatively onto the ice. It wasn’t a big rink, and fortunately, not crowded. In the middle was a frozen water fountain. Christmas music was playing and twinkling lights glowed all around us.“I played ice hockey in Minnesota when I was in high school, but haven’t skated since.”“My father used to take me to figure skating lessons when I was young, but I stopped. I kept falling when trying to do spins.”“Maybe we can help each other out. Have you ever tried ice dancing?”Jorunn laughed. “No! Never!”“Neither have I. But a wise woman once told me that I should not be afraid of ice dancing. What I should be afraid of is being too afraid to try ice dancing.”Jorunn smiled, “A very wise woman, indeed! Let’s try it and see what happens.”I remember watching the wonderful British duo of Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean ice dancing in their last Olympics in 1994. The Olympics were here in Norway, in Lillehammer. I was not about to try any lifts or spins, but I reached my right arm behind Jorunn and placed my hand on her right hip. Taking her left hand in mine, I held her left arm across my body.“Ready?” I asked.Jorunn nodded, and together we pushed off. Right. Left. Right. Left. We moved slowly, side-by-side, in a steady rhythm, and made it around the rink making only a few wobbles. After three more passes, my ancient muscle memory awoke, and I wanted to do more. We separated and I joined my right hand to her left. “We can take longer strides and skate a little faster this way.”After another trip around the rink, we added a slow weaving pattern. Coming out of the last turn, I told Jorunn, “Here is your chance to be a figure skater. I’ll hold your hand. Try a spin.”I skated slightly just ahead of Jorunn, then pulled her forward so she would have enough speed. I raised her hand into the air as she went past, and she started spinning. She yelled, “I’m doing it.” And she was, at least until her speed slowed and she fell into me. “Dam toe pick!” she yelled. With her arms around me, our eyes met. Then she wrinkled her nose, her signature facial expression on the vlogs indicating she didn’t like something. Just as quickly, her face lit up and her big smile glowed. “I’m laughing too hard inside. That was such fun!” She burst out laughing and I joined her. We finally broke the ice, here on the ice.Jorunn separated from me and said, “It is time for Christmas Market.” I helped her up and we turned in our skates. The nearby lights and sounds beckoned.The Christmas MarketDecember 16 - EveningThe sun set long ago and was now just a memory. It was completely dark, but downtown Oslo turned into a Christmas wonderland. There were twinkling lights on almost every tree, with the large and stately buildings surrounding us outlined in white lights to accompany their dramatic uplighting. Oslo was so different than Minneapolis. In downtown Minneapolis, 30-year-old buildings were being torn down to build taller ones in the same location. Here, the buildings were massive, centuries-old, covering an entire block, and they were still in use, letting everyone appreciate the history and architecture. Jorunn and I saw glass-covered buildings in Oslo, with their clean modern architecture, but this was the heart of the city. The life, the pulse, and vitality of Oslo all sprang from here.Towering above everything at the Christmas Market was a brilliantly lit Ferris wheel, each spoke outlined in white lights. I looked at Jorunn and she nodded. She took my hand, and we ran for the Ferris wheel, artfully dodging between the growing number of people.When we boarded, we found each of the seats enclosed in a glass bubble, possibly as a safety measure, or just as likely, protection from the cold. One of the benefits of this was being able to move around a bit, which afforded us a 360-degree aerial view of downtown Oslo. We paused near the top, where Jorunn pulled out her camera.Jorunn said, “It’s rather romantic up here. We should do a selfie.” She sat down right me. “Kiss me. On the lips. Just a quick one. I have the timer set for three seconds. We’ll put our lips together and hold them for a few seconds until the flash goes off.”“Jorunn, I am much older than you. I don’t think it will look very romantic.”“Gunnar, you’re not too old to kiss someone. And if I need to, I can do a little digital touchup, or just flash a quick cut. It will be perfect.”“How do want me to kiss you? Do you want my eyes open or closed? Should I look at the camera or…”Jorunn quickly reached behind my head and pulled me to her. As our lips met, I closed my eyes, and my mouth responded. I felt her softness and a quick tease as Jorunn’s tongue glazed over my lips. A flash went off. But Jorunn did not separate, nor did I. I opened my eyes, and saw that Jorunn’s eyes closed. As our lips pressed together, it felt so warm and comfortable.We separated, and Jorunn said, “Perfect!” Then she looked at the photo just taken. I thought about the sequence of her words and her actions. Jorunn switched over to video and began doing her vlog. She was speaking in English. Immersed in Norwegian for three days, it almost sounded like a foreign language to me. When Jorunn finished, I asked her why she didn’t record her vlogs in Norwegian.She surprised me by continuing in English. “Norwegians already live here. Who would watch my videos if I recorded them in Norwegian? If someone in Norway wants to see the view from the top of this Ferris wheel, they will come here and ride it. People from every continent watch my videos and speak at least some English. It used to bother me when I would get comments on my videos complaining I spoke with a Norwegian accent. Now I just laugh.”I asked her, “Every continent? Including Antarctica?”“Yes. The Norwegian Polar Institute has a year-round research station in Antarctica named 'Troll’. Their mission is to study the polar regions and the effects of global warming and pollution. It’s not a tourist destination, but they have talked to me about possibly going there. They want to do more outreach, to spread the word to younger audiences on social media. I have followers there, but we haven’t been able to work out the permissions and details. The

Sledges, Corkscrews, and other fears.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Once at the starting point, we both sat down on our sledges. I was grateful only a few others were preparing to ride, but gasped again when I saw how youthful their faces were. I doubted anyone here was over thirty years old. I wondered whether Jorunn was punishing me, or perhaps was hoping I would voluntarily quit the tour.“I don’t know if I can do this, Jorunn. I’m afraid.”Jorunn looked me in the eye with a grim look on her face.“Afraid is coming home with my mother, and finding my father sleeping with another woman. Afraid is watching how he broke apart my family and wondering how my mom and I would go on. Afraid is me cutting off my father and not wanting to ever see him again.”“Afraid is quitting a dead-end job and trying to earn a living as a vlogger in one of the most expensive countries on earth. Afraid is checking every morning for clicks, likes, and followers, and finding out the numbers did not change.”“Afraid is starting a private small-group tour company, all by myself, and weaving my way through the many regulations, laws, and insurance requirements. Afraid is knowing I have to book at least one trip a month just to cover those costs.”“Afraid is taking a group of six to Svalbard for a glacier hike in early summer, and spotting a polar bear less than 200 meters away lumbering towards us. Afraid is watching our guide fire off the last of her flares, but seeing the bear still coming. Afraid is the look in our guide’s eyes as she reached for her rifle.”“You don’t need to be afraid of sledging, Gunnar. What you need to be afraid of is being too afraid to try sledging. Meet me at the bottom of the hill. Either make the run or turn in your sledge and take the Metro down the hill.”I watched Jorunn push off and head down the run, then thought about her words. I lived a good life in Minnesota, meeting Solveig in college and then stepping right into a lifetime job with the 3M company. Adventure was going to our lake cabin where the only challenges were fighting off mosquitos, and figuring out how to remove burnt marshmallows off the end of a stick. After our first child, Solveig and I stopped doing anything like sledding, and instead sat and watched our kids having all the fun.What am I doing here in Norway? Why am I here? Jorunn answered that question for me. I pushed off and started my run.I fought my way down the mountain, and as I approached the end of the run, I was happy to see it level off. I saw Jorunn standing next to her sledge, her small camera pointed at me. I raised both hands over my head, waved, then yelled, “I did it!” I coasted to a stop three meters past her.Jorunn ran up to me, and as I stood, she hugged me. “I’m proud of you Gunnar.” As we hugged, under the clear blue skies and chilly temperatures, I closed my eyes and went back 35 years to a small hill in Minneapolis, where I hugged Solvieg after sledding. Jorunn released me and stepped back.I yelped, “It was wonderful! I kept to the side as other people whizzed past me. A few sections were bumpy, and my teeth rattled. The only time I was scared was when there was a steep drop-off on one side. Don’t you use guardrails in Norway?”“You may have seen a few small concrete walls, but we believe in personal responsibility here in Norway. If you cannot manage a sledge, you should not make the run. The authorities do monitor the conditions and sometimes close the run when it is too icy.”“Does that mean you believed in me? Believed I could make it down the hill?”“There is nothing wrong with you, Gunnar. While I was waiting here at the bottom of the hill, I read about your Iron Range in Minnesota. You are rusty. There is a Wizard of Oz Museum there. You are the Tin Man. This tour is the Oil Can. Figure it out. The Oil Can only works if you pick it up and use it. Stand tall and walk proudly for as long as you can. If you fall, get up and keep going.”It was an interesting way to look at life. I was only 56 years old, but for the last few years, I acted like I was 80. I still have many years to go sledging, if only I was not afraid to try.I turned to Jorunn. “Let’s go again!”Pea SoupDecember 16 - Mid-DayAfter three more runs, Jorunn and I turned in our sledges and ate lunch at the beautiful Frognersteren Restaurant on top of the hill. I followed her suggestion of a thick pea soup with meatballs and potatoes. It was delicious. As we sipped hot chocolate, it felt good to be alive again.“A week ago, I was in a nursing home in Minnesota. After my wife died, no one visited me, not even my adult children. I was alone. It was a terrible place, run by a terrible nurse. I had to get out. I made plans with my lawyer, then walked out the front door and got on a plane to come to Norway. What’s the worst place you have ever been?”“Dublin, Ireland. After the divorce, my mother and I were struggling financially. We had gone from living a comfortable life to living paycheck to paycheck. I saw a post on the Internet for a job as a body double for a Vikings television program. I wasn’t sure what a body double did, but it paid well for a short gig. I took all my clothes off while a dozen people stared at me and took photos and videos. I hadn’t been naked in front of any man in over a year, since before the divorce. They must have liked me because I got the part, and they flew me to Dublin. The next morning, I went to the studios. I sat there in a robe while they cut and styled my hair to match the actress I was portraying. Then off to the makeup department, where I removed my robe while they applied fake tattoos and full body makeup so I would look dirty in all the right places.”“After lunch in the studio, the costume department placed me in a white linen tunic. When it was time to film, they told me to stand in front of the lead actor while he lifted the tunic off me and tossed it aside. He was much older than me, and with his beard, he reminded me of my father. He exuded the same swagger as if the world revolved only around him. I would be fully exposed to him, and to the camera crew, who were filming me from behind. They told me to act submissive and let the lead actor hug me. It took several takes and a few tweaks before the director was happy.”“Next, I was ordered to lay down on a stylized Viking bed covered with furs. The sex scene was to be filmed twice. Once for television, then for an unrated video release. The make-up people gave me a once over, then thankfully positioned a flesh-covered patch over my vagina. In the first shot, I was naked, but the lead actor remained fully clothed. He stood and positioned himself between my legs, and they told me to keep my vagina pressed tight against his crotch as he bucked against me. We needed to make the audience believe we were having sex while showing them nothing. I remained in this position while they adjusted the lighting and camera angles, and beneath his trousers, I felt the lead actor’s erect cock pressed against me.”“The director yelled, ‘Action’. Once again, they told me to be submissive, and let the lead actor take charge. He started humping against me. Looking up at him, he was still a handsome man, and I wondered how many women around the world dreamed or fantasized about being in the same place I was. I wasn’t one of them, but I understood this was why they hired me, so I accepted it. Like earlier, it took several takes. The director would review the shot and make small adjustments each time. After the last take, I saw a large wet spot on the front of the lead actor’s trousers.”“Then it was time for the unrated scene. A host of costume and make-up people swarmed around the actor while I lay there naked. This time, he was to be naked as he approached the bed. The camera angle was off to the side to avoid full frontal and he used his left hand to shield his erection, thankfully contained in a flesh-covered sock. The scene began with the lead actor approaching me, and once in position, he began humping against me. His covered cock slid against the covering over my vagina, but the sensations passed right through. My nipples became erect, and I felt my wetness building.”“After several takes, the director was happy, and we moved on to the last scene for which I was needed. In this one, the lead actor would be laying on top of me, his arms extended and propping himself up with his hands placed on either side of my body. This scene was more challenging because it needed to be mixed with prior facial cuts shot separately with the lead male actor and lead female actress. The scene would be filmed from several angles including above and below. As the director reviewed the earlier footage, the makeup people worked on my face and hair.”“The next thing I felt was the lead actor lying on top of me, his body pressing his erect cock against the patch covering my vagina. I wanted to turn away, but he told me to look at him because it would help him release his creative juices. I feared the possible double entendre. Here I was, face-to-face with the avatar of the man I hated more than anyone, the man who destroyed our family. When the director was ready, he said to go at it and try to simulate real sex. He yelled 'Action’. I was sweating under the lights, and the patch covering my vagina began to slip, aided by the movement of the lead actor’s covered cock. As my pussy became more exposed, I was afraid his cock might slide into me, so I yelled 'Cut!’. Everything stopped, and I pushed him off.”“That was enough. I yelled I was through, gathered my things, and headed for the front door. I paid my own way back to Oslo, and thought about filing a protest, but later learned what they did was mostly proper. Most sex scenes are between two body doubles. It is rare, but sometimes a lead actor will film such scenes if they have it in their nudity clause. I had a new appreciation for body doubles, but my own acting career lasted one day, and looking at the final scenes after release, I was on screen for eight seconds, and no one knew it was me!”I said, “Wow. We have something in common. The nursing home did everything properly, but like you, I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I headed for the front door. I’m sorry for your terrible experience.”Jorunn shook her head, “Don’t be sorry. The experience ended up changing my life for the better. After I got back to Oslo, I swore to never work for anyone else again. I wanted to direct my own scenes, so I started doing vlogs. That led to the creation of my tour company. As things turned out, I walked out one door and right into something I loved. Plus, I walked out wearing this really cool, braided leather Viking headband I have on now. You are halfway there. You have walked out the front door. Now you must find something, or someone, to love.”A profound statement from someone so young.SpikersuppaDecember 16 - AfternoonI noticed the sun getting low on the horizon. Jorunn caught my glance and said, “The sun sets early here in Oslo, around 3:30 in the afternoon. In some of the northern cities, it set last month and will not rise again until spring.”I didn’t want to spend the rest of the day looking at museums, and flushed with my success on the hill, I took a chance. “Do you ice skate?”Jorunn replied, “I do, but not very well.”I said, “If you know of a skating rink with lights, maybe we can go there and skate.”“There is a nice lighted one in downtown Oslo called Spikersuppa,” said Jorunn. “When the sun goes down in Oslo, the twinkling lights are turned on, bringing with them their magic. The ice-skating rink is close to the Christmas market, which is our agenda for tonight.”“That sounds great to me,” I replied.We took the T-bane back to downtown Oslo and arrived as the sun was setting. There weren’t any clouds, but the multi-layered horizon was still beautiful. Orange along the bottom, and above it, increasingly darker hues of blue and purple, before turning to black in the night sky. After leaving the train station Jorunn and I walked along a pedestrian-only street named 'Karl Johns gate’ passing high-end stores and restaurants. Jorunn either pointed to, or mentioned, notable downtown buildings such as the Royal Palace, Parliament, the National Theatre, the Grand Hotel, and the original University of Oslo buildings. We also passed the brilliantly lit Freia clock, associated with the long-time Norwegian chocolate maker, and the unofficial symbol of Oslo.We rented skates and then stepped tentatively onto the ice. It wasn’t a big rink, and fortunately, not crowded. In the middle was a frozen water fountain. Christmas music was playing and twinkling lights glowed all around us.“I played ice hockey in Minnesota when I was in high school, but haven’t skated since.”“My father used to take me to figure skating lessons when I was young, but I stopped. I kept falling when trying to do spins.”“Maybe we can help each other out. Have you ever tried ice dancing?”Jorunn laughed. “No! Never!”“Neither have I. But a wise woman once told me that I should not be afraid of ice dancing. What I should be afraid of is being too afraid to try ice dancing.”Jorunn smiled, “A very wise woman, indeed! Let’s try it and see what happens.”I remember watching the wonderful British duo of Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean ice dancing in their last Olympics in 1994. The Olympics were here in Norway, in Lillehammer. I was not about to try any lifts or spins, but I reached my right arm behind Jorunn and placed my hand on her right hip. Taking her left hand in mine, I held her left arm across my body.“Ready?” I asked.Jorunn nodded, and together we pushed off. Right. Left. Right. Left. We moved slowly, side-by-side, in a steady rhythm, and made it around the rink making only a few wobbles. After three more passes, my ancient muscle memory awoke, and I wanted to do more. We separated and I joined my right hand to her left. “We can take longer strides and skate a little faster this way.”After another trip around the rink, we added a slow weaving pattern. Coming out of the last turn, I told Jorunn, “Here is your chance to be a figure skater. I’ll hold your hand. Try a spin.”I skated slightly just ahead of Jorunn, then pulled her forward so she would have enough speed. I raised her hand into the air as she went past, and she started spinning. She yelled, “I’m doing it.” And she was, at least until her speed slowed and she fell into me. “Dam toe pick!” she yelled. With her arms around me, our eyes met. Then she wrinkled her nose, her signature facial expression on the vlogs indicating she didn’t like something. Just as quickly, her face lit up and her big smile glowed. “I’m laughing too hard inside. That was such fun!” She burst out laughing and I joined her. We finally broke the ice, here on the ice.Jorunn separated from me and said, “It is time for Christmas Market.” I helped her up and we turned in our skates. The nearby lights and sounds beckoned.The Christmas MarketDecember 16 - EveningThe sun set long ago and was now just a memory. It was completely dark, but downtown Oslo turned into a Christmas wonderland. There were twinkling lights on almost every tree, with the large and stately buildings surrounding us outlined in white lights to accompany their dramatic uplighting. Oslo was so different than Minneapolis. In downtown Minneapolis, 30-year-old buildings were being torn down to build taller ones in the same location. Here, the buildings were massive, centuries-old, covering an entire block, and they were still in use, letting everyone appreciate the history and architecture. Jorunn and I saw glass-covered buildings in Oslo, with their clean modern architecture, but this was the heart of the city. The life, the pulse, and vitality of Oslo all sprang from here.Towering above everything at the Christmas Market was a brilliantly lit Ferris wheel, each spoke outlined in white lights. I looked at Jorunn and she nodded. She took my hand, and we ran for the Ferris wheel, artfully dodging between the growing number of people.When we boarded, we found each of the seats enclosed in a glass bubble, possibly as a safety measure, or just as likely, protection from the cold. One of the benefits of this was being able to move around a bit, which afforded us a 360-degree aerial view of downtown Oslo. We paused near the top, where Jorunn pulled out her camera.Jorunn said, “It’s rather romantic up here. We should do a selfie.” She sat down right me. “Kiss me. On the lips. Just a quick one. I have the timer set for three seconds. We’ll put our lips together and hold them for a few seconds until the flash goes off.”“Jorunn, I am much older than you. I don’t think it will look very romantic.”“Gunnar, you’re not too old to kiss someone. And if I need to, I can do a little digital touchup, or just flash a quick cut. It will be perfect.”“How do want me to kiss you? Do you want my eyes open or closed? Should I look at the camera or…”Jorunn quickly reached behind my head and pulled me to her. As our lips met, I closed my eyes, and my mouth responded. I felt her softness and a quick tease as Jorunn’s tongue glazed over my lips. A flash went off. But Jorunn did not separate, nor did I. I opened my eyes, and saw that Jorunn’s eyes closed. As our lips pressed together, it felt so warm and comfortable.We separated, and Jorunn said, “Perfect!” Then she looked at the photo just taken. I thought about the sequence of her words and her actions. Jorunn switched over to video and began doing her vlog. She was speaking in English. Immersed in Norwegian for three days, it almost sounded like a foreign language to me. When Jorunn finished, I asked her why she didn’t record her vlogs in Norwegian.She surprised me by continuing in English. “Norwegians already live here. Who would watch my videos if I recorded them in Norwegian? If someone in Norway wants to see the view from the top of this Ferris wheel, they will come here and ride it. People from every continent watch my videos and speak at least some English. It used to bother me when I would get comments on my videos complaining I spoke with a Norwegian accent. Now I just laugh.”I asked her, “Every continent? Including Antarctica?”“Yes. The Norwegian Polar Institute has a year-round research station in Antarctica named 'Troll’. Their mission is to study the polar regions and the effects of global warming and pollution. It’s not a tourist destination, but they have talked to me about possibly going there. They want to do more outreach, to spread the word to younger audiences on social media. I have followers there, but we haven’t been able to work out the permissions and details. The

Sledges, Corkscrews, and other fears.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Once at the starting point, we both sat down on our sledges. I was grateful only a few others were preparing to ride, but gasped again when I saw how youthful their faces were. I doubted anyone here was over thirty years old. I wondered whether Jorunn was punishing me, or perhaps was hoping I would voluntarily quit the tour.“I don’t know if I can do this, Jorunn. I’m afraid.”Jorunn looked me in the eye with a grim look on her face.“Afraid is coming home with my mother, and finding my father sleeping with another woman. Afraid is watching how he broke apart my family and wondering how my mom and I would go on. Afraid is me cutting off my father and not wanting to ever see him again.”“Afraid is quitting a dead-end job and trying to earn a living as a vlogger in one of the most expensive countries on earth. Afraid is checking every morning for clicks, likes, and followers, and finding out the numbers did not change.”“Afraid is starting a private small-group tour company, all by myself, and weaving my way through the many regulations, laws, and insurance requirements. Afraid is knowing I have to book at least one trip a month just to cover those costs.”“Afraid is taking a group of six to Svalbard for a glacier hike in early summer, and spotting a polar bear less than 200 meters away lumbering towards us. Afraid is watching our guide fire off the last of her flares, but seeing the bear still coming. Afraid is the look in our guide’s eyes as she reached for her rifle.”“You don’t need to be afraid of sledging, Gunnar. What you need to be afraid of is being too afraid to try sledging. Meet me at the bottom of the hill. Either make the run or turn in your sledge and take the Metro down the hill.”I watched Jorunn push off and head down the run, then thought about her words. I lived a good life in Minnesota, meeting Solveig in college and then stepping right into a lifetime job with the 3M company. Adventure was going to our lake cabin where the only challenges were fighting off mosquitos, and figuring out how to remove burnt marshmallows off the end of a stick. After our first child, Solveig and I stopped doing anything like sledding, and instead sat and watched our kids having all the fun.What am I doing here in Norway? Why am I here? Jorunn answered that question for me. I pushed off and started my run.I fought my way down the mountain, and as I approached the end of the run, I was happy to see it level off. I saw Jorunn standing next to her sledge, her small camera pointed at me. I raised both hands over my head, waved, then yelled, “I did it!” I coasted to a stop three meters past her.Jorunn ran up to me, and as I stood, she hugged me. “I’m proud of you Gunnar.” As we hugged, under the clear blue skies and chilly temperatures, I closed my eyes and went back 35 years to a small hill in Minneapolis, where I hugged Solvieg after sledding. Jorunn released me and stepped back.I yelped, “It was wonderful! I kept to the side as other people whizzed past me. A few sections were bumpy, and my teeth rattled. The only time I was scared was when there was a steep drop-off on one side. Don’t you use guardrails in Norway?”“You may have seen a few small concrete walls, but we believe in personal responsibility here in Norway. If you cannot manage a sledge, you should not make the run. The authorities do monitor the conditions and sometimes close the run when it is too icy.”“Does that mean you believed in me? Believed I could make it down the hill?”“There is nothing wrong with you, Gunnar. While I was waiting here at the bottom of the hill, I read about your Iron Range in Minnesota. You are rusty. There is a Wizard of Oz Museum there. You are the Tin Man. This tour is the Oil Can. Figure it out. The Oil Can only works if you pick it up and use it. Stand tall and walk proudly for as long as you can. If you fall, get up and keep going.”It was an interesting way to look at life. I was only 56 years old, but for the last few years, I acted like I was 80. I still have many years to go sledging, if only I was not afraid to try.I turned to Jorunn. “Let’s go again!”Pea SoupDecember 16 - Mid-DayAfter three more runs, Jorunn and I turned in our sledges and ate lunch at the beautiful Frognersteren Restaurant on top of the hill. I followed her suggestion of a thick pea soup with meatballs and potatoes. It was delicious. As we sipped hot chocolate, it felt good to be alive again.“A week ago, I was in a nursing home in Minnesota. After my wife died, no one visited me, not even my adult children. I was alone. It was a terrible place, run by a terrible nurse. I had to get out. I made plans with my lawyer, then walked out the front door and got on a plane to come to Norway. What’s the worst place you have ever been?”“Dublin, Ireland. After the divorce, my mother and I were struggling financially. We had gone from living a comfortable life to living paycheck to paycheck. I saw a post on the Internet for a job as a body double for a Vikings television program. I wasn’t sure what a body double did, but it paid well for a short gig. I took all my clothes off while a dozen people stared at me and took photos and videos. I hadn’t been naked in front of any man in over a year, since before the divorce. They must have liked me because I got the part, and they flew me to Dublin. The next morning, I went to the studios. I sat there in a robe while they cut and styled my hair to match the actress I was portraying. Then off to the makeup department, where I removed my robe while they applied fake tattoos and full body makeup so I would look dirty in all the right places.”“After lunch in the studio, the costume department placed me in a white linen tunic. When it was time to film, they told me to stand in front of the lead actor while he lifted the tunic off me and tossed it aside. He was much older than me, and with his beard, he reminded me of my father. He exuded the same swagger as if the world revolved only around him. I would be fully exposed to him, and to the camera crew, who were filming me from behind. They told me to act submissive and let the lead actor hug me. It took several takes and a few tweaks before the director was happy.”“Next, I was ordered to lay down on a stylized Viking bed covered with furs. The sex scene was to be filmed twice. Once for television, then for an unrated video release. The make-up people gave me a once over, then thankfully positioned a flesh-covered patch over my vagina. In the first shot, I was naked, but the lead actor remained fully clothed. He stood and positioned himself between my legs, and they told me to keep my vagina pressed tight against his crotch as he bucked against me. We needed to make the audience believe we were having sex while showing them nothing. I remained in this position while they adjusted the lighting and camera angles, and beneath his trousers, I felt the lead actor’s erect cock pressed against me.”“The director yelled, ‘Action’. Once again, they told me to be submissive, and let the lead actor take charge. He started humping against me. Looking up at him, he was still a handsome man, and I wondered how many women around the world dreamed or fantasized about being in the same place I was. I wasn’t one of them, but I understood this was why they hired me, so I accepted it. Like earlier, it took several takes. The director would review the shot and make small adjustments each time. After the last take, I saw a large wet spot on the front of the lead actor’s trousers.”“Then it was time for the unrated scene. A host of costume and make-up people swarmed around the actor while I lay there naked. This time, he was to be naked as he approached the bed. The camera angle was off to the side to avoid full frontal and he used his left hand to shield his erection, thankfully contained in a flesh-covered sock. The scene began with the lead actor approaching me, and once in position, he began humping against me. His covered cock slid against the covering over my vagina, but the sensations passed right through. My nipples became erect, and I felt my wetness building.”“After several takes, the director was happy, and we moved on to the last scene for which I was needed. In this one, the lead actor would be laying on top of me, his arms extended and propping himself up with his hands placed on either side of my body. This scene was more challenging because it needed to be mixed with prior facial cuts shot separately with the lead male actor and lead female actress. The scene would be filmed from several angles including above and below. As the director reviewed the earlier footage, the makeup people worked on my face and hair.”“The next thing I felt was the lead actor lying on top of me, his body pressing his erect cock against the patch covering my vagina. I wanted to turn away, but he told me to look at him because it would help him release his creative juices. I feared the possible double entendre. Here I was, face-to-face with the avatar of the man I hated more than anyone, the man who destroyed our family. When the director was ready, he said to go at it and try to simulate real sex. He yelled 'Action’. I was sweating under the lights, and the patch covering my vagina began to slip, aided by the movement of the lead actor’s covered cock. As my pussy became more exposed, I was afraid his cock might slide into me, so I yelled 'Cut!’. Everything stopped, and I pushed him off.”“That was enough. I yelled I was through, gathered my things, and headed for the front door. I paid my own way back to Oslo, and thought about filing a protest, but later learned what they did was mostly proper. Most sex scenes are between two body doubles. It is rare, but sometimes a lead actor will film such scenes if they have it in their nudity clause. I had a new appreciation for body doubles, but my own acting career lasted one day, and looking at the final scenes after release, I was on screen for eight seconds, and no one knew it was me!”I said, “Wow. We have something in common. The nursing home did everything properly, but like you, I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I headed for the front door. I’m sorry for your terrible experience.”Jorunn shook her head, “Don’t be sorry. The experience ended up changing my life for the better. After I got back to Oslo, I swore to never work for anyone else again. I wanted to direct my own scenes, so I started doing vlogs. That led to the creation of my tour company. As things turned out, I walked out one door and right into something I loved. Plus, I walked out wearing this really cool, braided leather Viking headband I have on now. You are halfway there. You have walked out the front door. Now you must find something, or someone, to love.”A profound statement from someone so young.SpikersuppaDecember 16 - AfternoonI noticed the sun getting low on the horizon. Jorunn caught my glance and said, “The sun sets early here in Oslo, around 3:30 in the afternoon. In some of the northern cities, it set last month and will not rise again until spring.”I didn’t want to spend the rest of the day looking at museums, and flushed with my success on the hill, I took a chance. “Do you ice skate?”Jorunn replied, “I do, but not very well.”I said, “If you know of a skating rink with lights, maybe we can go there and skate.”“There is a nice lighted one in downtown Oslo called Spikersuppa,” said Jorunn. “When the sun goes down in Oslo, the twinkling lights are turned on, bringing with them their magic. The ice-skating rink is close to the Christmas market, which is our agenda for tonight.”“That sounds great to me,” I replied.We took the T-bane back to downtown Oslo and arrived as the sun was setting. There weren’t any clouds, but the multi-layered horizon was still beautiful. Orange along the bottom, and above it, increasingly darker hues of blue and purple, before turning to black in the night sky. After leaving the train station Jorunn and I walked along a pedestrian-only street named 'Karl Johns gate’ passing high-end stores and restaurants. Jorunn either pointed to, or mentioned, notable downtown buildings such as the Royal Palace, Parliament, the National Theatre, the Grand Hotel, and the original University of Oslo buildings. We also passed the brilliantly lit Freia clock, associated with the long-time Norwegian chocolate maker, and the unofficial symbol of Oslo.We rented skates and then stepped tentatively onto the ice. It wasn’t a big rink, and fortunately, not crowded. In the middle was a frozen water fountain. Christmas music was playing and twinkling lights glowed all around us.“I played ice hockey in Minnesota when I was in high school, but haven’t skated since.”“My father used to take me to figure skating lessons when I was young, but I stopped. I kept falling when trying to do spins.”“Maybe we can help each other out. Have you ever tried ice dancing?”Jorunn laughed. “No! Never!”“Neither have I. But a wise woman once told me that I should not be afraid of ice dancing. What I should be afraid of is being too afraid to try ice dancing.”Jorunn smiled, “A very wise woman, indeed! Let’s try it and see what happens.”I remember watching the wonderful British duo of Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean ice dancing in their last Olympics in 1994. The Olympics were here in Norway, in Lillehammer. I was not about to try any lifts or spins, but I reached my right arm behind Jorunn and placed my hand on her right hip. Taking her left hand in mine, I held her left arm across my body.“Ready?” I asked.Jorunn nodded, and together we pushed off. Right. Left. Right. Left. We moved slowly, side-by-side, in a steady rhythm, and made it around the rink making only a few wobbles. After three more passes, my ancient muscle memory awoke, and I wanted to do more. We separated and I joined my right hand to her left. “We can take longer strides and skate a little faster this way.”After another trip around the rink, we added a slow weaving pattern. Coming out of the last turn, I told Jorunn, “Here is your chance to be a figure skater. I’ll hold your hand. Try a spin.”I skated slightly just ahead of Jorunn, then pulled her forward so she would have enough speed. I raised her hand into the air as she went past, and she started spinning. She yelled, “I’m doing it.” And she was, at least until her speed slowed and she fell into me. “Dam toe pick!” she yelled. With her arms around me, our eyes met. Then she wrinkled her nose, her signature facial expression on the vlogs indicating she didn’t like something. Just as quickly, her face lit up and her big smile glowed. “I’m laughing too hard inside. That was such fun!” She burst out laughing and I joined her. We finally broke the ice, here on the ice.Jorunn separated from me and said, “It is time for Christmas Market.” I helped her up and we turned in our skates. The nearby lights and sounds beckoned.The Christmas MarketDecember 16 - EveningThe sun set long ago and was now just a memory. It was completely dark, but downtown Oslo turned into a Christmas wonderland. There were twinkling lights on almost every tree, with the large and stately buildings surrounding us outlined in white lights to accompany their dramatic uplighting. Oslo was so different than Minneapolis. In downtown Minneapolis, 30-year-old buildings were being torn down to build taller ones in the same location. Here, the buildings were massive, centuries-old, covering an entire block, and they were still in use, letting everyone appreciate the history and architecture. Jorunn and I saw glass-covered buildings in Oslo, with their clean modern architecture, but this was the heart of the city. The life, the pulse, and vitality of Oslo all sprang from here.Towering above everything at the Christmas Market was a brilliantly lit Ferris wheel, each spoke outlined in white lights. I looked at Jorunn and she nodded. She took my hand, and we ran for the Ferris wheel, artfully dodging between the growing number of people.When we boarded, we found each of the seats enclosed in a glass bubble, possibly as a safety measure, or just as likely, protection from the cold. One of the benefits of this was being able to move around a bit, which afforded us a 360-degree aerial view of downtown Oslo. We paused near the top, where Jorunn pulled out her camera.Jorunn said, “It’s rather romantic up here. We should do a selfie.” She sat down right me. “Kiss me. On the lips. Just a quick one. I have the timer set for three seconds. We’ll put our lips together and hold them for a few seconds until the flash goes off.”“Jorunn, I am much older than you. I don’t think it will look very romantic.”“Gunnar, you’re not too old to kiss someone. And if I need to, I can do a little digital touchup, or just flash a quick cut. It will be perfect.”“How do want me to kiss you? Do you want my eyes open or closed? Should I look at the camera or…”Jorunn quickly reached behind my head and pulled me to her. As our lips met, I closed my eyes, and my mouth responded. I felt her softness and a quick tease as Jorunn’s tongue glazed over my lips. A flash went off. But Jorunn did not separate, nor did I. I opened my eyes, and saw that Jorunn’s eyes closed. As our lips pressed together, it felt so warm and comfortable.We separated, and Jorunn said, “Perfect!” Then she looked at the photo just taken. I thought about the sequence of her words and her actions. Jorunn switched over to video and began doing her vlog. She was speaking in English. Immersed in Norwegian for three days, it almost sounded like a foreign language to me. When Jorunn finished, I asked her why she didn’t record her vlogs in Norwegian.She surprised me by continuing in English. “Norwegians already live here. Who would watch my videos if I recorded them in Norwegian? If someone in Norway wants to see the view from the top of this Ferris wheel, they will come here and ride it. People from every continent watch my videos and speak at least some English. It used to bother me when I would get comments on my videos complaining I spoke with a Norwegian accent. Now I just laugh.”I asked her, “Every continent? Including Antarctica?”“Yes. The Norwegian Polar Institute has a year-round research station in Antarctica named 'Troll’. Their mission is to study the polar regions and the effects of global warming and pollution. It’s not a tourist destination, but they have talked to me about possibly going there. They want to do more outreach, to spread the word to younger audiences on social media. I have followers there, but we haven’t been able to work out the permissions and details. The

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Hear about travel to Christmas Markets in Europe as the Amateur Traveler talks to Justin Barnes of JustinAndCrystal.com about his visit to markets in 32 different cities across 12 countries. Justin's Core Itinerary Philosophy Visit 3–5 destinations total, ideally within 4 hours of each other by train. Base yourself in larger cities and use day trips to nearby towns when possible. Travel by train with light luggage (backpack style) and stay near train stations or old towns. Aim for early–mid December, before the final pre-Christmas weekend crowds and before many markets close around Dec 23–24  ... https://amateurtraveler.com/christmas-markets-in-europe/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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We are having a special episode on our recent Euro Christmas Trip, visiting 5 countries in Europe and experiencing the Christmas market europe style!

Fluent Fiction - Swedish: Secrets of Gamla Stan: Unveiling Bonds at the Christmas Market Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/sv/episode/2026-01-03-23-34-02-sv Story Transcript:Sv: Mitt i Stortorget, i hjärtat av Gamla Stan, doftade luften av kanel, pepparkaka och varm glögg.En: In the middle of Stortorget, in the heart of Gamla Stan, the air was filled with the scent of cinnamon, gingerbread, and warm mulled wine.Sv: Julmarknaden surrade av glada röster och skratt.En: The Christmas market buzzed with joyful voices and laughter.Sv: Glittrande ljus smyckade varje stånd och skapade en magisk vinterlandskap.En: Sparkling lights adorned every stall, creating a magical winter landscape.Sv: Bland de många besökarna fanns Sven, en stillsam man vars händer var vana att forma trä till lekfulla figurer.En: Among the many visitors was Sven, a quiet man whose hands were accustomed to shaping wood into playful figures.Sv: Han hade kommit för att sälja sina handgjorda leksaker, men innerst inne drömde han om något mycket mer.En: He had come to sell his handmade toys but deep down, he dreamed of something much more.Sv: Inte långt ifrån honom dansade Lena, en gatuartist med en hemlighet.En: Not far from him danced Lena, a street artist with a secret.Sv: Hennes rörelser var vackra och sorglösa, men ibland, när musiken tystnade och applåderna dog ut, kunde man se en skugga av något osägbart i hennes ögon.En: Her movements were beautiful and carefree, but sometimes, when the music quieted and the applause died down, one could see a shadow of something unspeakable in her eyes.Sv: Hon bar alltid på ett litet kuvert, dolt i sin rock.En: She always carried a small envelope, hidden in her coat.Sv: Så fanns där även Karin.En: Then there was also Karin.Sv: En turist med ett skarpt öga för detaljer, alltid nyfiken på berättelserna gömda i hörnen där andra inte tänkte leta.En: A tourist with a keen eye for details, always curious about the stories hidden in corners where others did not think to look.Sv: Hon stod och betraktade folkmassan, lyssnade till marknadens musik och sög in atmosfären.En: She stood and observed the crowd, listened to the market's music, and soaked in the atmosphere.Sv: Mitt i detta livliga kaos råkade Sven få med sig något som inte var hans.En: In the midst of this lively chaos, Sven happened to take something that wasn't his.Sv: Ett litet kuvert hade snubblat in bland hans leksaker.En: A small envelope had stumbled in among his toys.Sv: Nyfikenheten bet honom.En: Curiosity bit him.Sv: Det verkade viktigt och personligt, något Lena hade förlorat.En: It seemed important and personal, something Lena had lost.Sv: Trots rädslan för vad han skulle kunna upptäcka, kände Sven ett överväldigande behov att söka svar.En: Despite the fear of what he might discover, Sven felt an overwhelming need to seek answers.Sv: När han närmade sig Lena och presenterade brevet, stirrade hon förstrött innan hon insåg vad hon hade förlorat.En: When he approached Lena and presented the letter, she stared absent-mindedly before realizing what she had lost.Sv: Hon blev först defensiv, men såg snart att Sven bara försökte hjälpa.En: She was initially defensive but soon saw that Sven was only trying to help.Sv: Med tvekan bad Lena om hans hjälp och tillsammans rekryterade de Karin, som gärna deltog i mysteriets upplösning.En: With hesitation, Lena asked for his help, and together they recruited Karin, who gladly participated in the unraveling of the mystery.Sv: Tillsammans letade de igenom varje hörn av marknaden, följde dolda spår och skiftade blickar.En: Together they searched through every corner of the market, followed hidden trails and exchanged glances.Sv: Det ledde dem till en man som verkade oskyldig nog, men vars blick avslöjade mer.En: It led them to a man who seemed innocent enough, but whose gaze revealed more.Sv: Med hans avslöjande på nyårsnattens klara himmel, förstod Lena att hennes förflutna söker en frid.En: With his revelation under the clear sky of New Year's Eve, Lena realized that her past was seeking peace.Sv: Brevet innehöll enkla men djupa ord från någon hon en gång hade litat på, någon som nu önskade återknyta banden.En: The letter contained simple yet profound words from someone she had once trusted, someone who now wished to rekindle the bond.Sv: Sven kände sitt hjärta lätta; modet att delta i detta äventyr hade väckt hans längtan till liv.En: Sven felt his heart lighten; the courage to join this adventure had awakened his longing for life.Sv: Och Karin, som nu blivit en del av ett minne istället för en iakttagelse, skrattade tillsammans med sina nya vänner.En: And Karin, who had now become part of a memory instead of an observation, laughed together with her new friends.Sv: När fyrverkerierna tände himlen i färgglada blixtar, firade de inte bara ett nytt år, utan en ny vänskap och nyfunna insikter om sig själva.En: When fireworks lit up the sky in colorful flashes, they celebrated not just a new year, but a new friendship and newfound insights about themselves.Sv: I julens sken lämnade de Stortorget, förenade av en berättelse de alltid skulle ha med sig i hjärtat.En: In the glow of Christmas, they left Stortorget, united by a story they would always carry in their hearts.Sv: Sven, Lena och Karin hade alla funnit något oväntat och vackert i varandra.En: Sven, Lena, and Karin had each found something unexpected and beautiful in one another.Sv: Deras liv skulle aldrig bli desamma igen, och de visste att ibland kunde även de mest osannolika misstag leda till underbara ting.En: Their lives would never be the same again, and they knew that sometimes even the most unlikely mistakes could lead to wonderful things. Vocabulary Words:mulled: glöggadorned: smyckadeaccustomed: vanaplayful: lekfullafigures: figurerdanced: dansadecarefree: sorglösaapplause: applådernaenvelope: kuvertabsent-mindedly: förströttdefensive: defensivunraveling: upplösningtrailed: följdeglances: blickarinnocent: oskyldigrevelation: avslöjanderekindle: återknytalonging: längtanobservation: iakttagelsefireworks: fyrverkeriernaglow: skenunlikely: osannolikamystery: mysteriumlively: livligachaos: kaoscuriosity: nyfikenhetoverwhelming: överväldigandeseek: sökaprofound: djupabond: band

For those of us that like the creepy, Christmas is a time for ghost stories. This is also a time of markets and Europe is world famous for their Christmas markets. We thought it would be interesting to wander some of these markets and find out if anything is haunting them. While we didn't find any direct hauntings specific to these markets, there are buildings and locations near these markets that have spirits and legends connected to them. On this episode, we explore the history and nearby hauntings of several of the Christmas markets throughout Europe. This Month in History - The Birth of Fiorello H. LaGuardia. Check out the website: http://historygoesbump.com Show notes can be found here: https://historygoesbump.blogspot.com/2025/12/hgb-ep-617-haunted-christmas-markets.html      Become an Executive Producer: http://patreon.com/historygoesbump Music used in this episode: (This Month in History) "In Your Arms" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Music: Christmas Intro 2019, produced by Sascha Ende Link: https://ende.app/en/song/5505-christmas-intro-2019

EVEN MORE about this episode!Step into the magic of Christmas with psychic and medical intuitive Julie Ryan and renowned historian Dr. Gerry Bowler as they uncover the hidden spiritual origins and captivating history behind the world's most beloved holiday. From ancient winter rituals and medieval nativity traditions to the evolution of Santa Claus himself, this episode reveals the powerful symbols—angels, light, miracles, and more—that have shaped Christmas across centuries. If you've ever wondered why we celebrate the way we do—or simply want to feel the wonder of the season on a deeper level—this enchanting Christmas special is the perfect holiday treat. Guest Biography:Dr. Gerry Bowler, a historian from Saskatoon with degrees from the University of Saskatchewan and a Ph.D. from King's College London, has spent his career exploring the intersection of religion and popular culture after beginning as a scholar of Medieval and Early-Modern Europe. His wide-ranging work spans studies on The Simpsons, Aristotle and professional wrestling, Wayne Gretzky, and Bloody Mary, though he is best known for his extensive research on the history of Christmas. The author of numerous books—including The World Encyclopedia of Christmas, Santa Claus: A Biography, God and The Simpsons, and Christmas in the Crosshairs—Gerry has also contributed countless articles, encyclopedia entries, op-eds, and edited volumes, with his works translated into multiple languages worldwide. When not writing or teaching, he serves as a Senior Fellow at the Frontier Centre for Public Policy, where he humorously “shakes a fist at modern society and tells it to get off his lawn.”Episode Chapters:01:04 Exploring Christmas Traditions with Dr. Gerry Bowler02:13 Medieval Beliefs and Christmas04:25 The Emotional Impact of Christmas08:36 The Evolution of Christmas Traditions11:00 The Role of St. Nicholas and the Reformation14:03 The Reinvention of Christmas in the 19th Century19:09 Personal Reflections on Christmas21:41 Blending Winter Rituals with Christian Traditions24:39 The Star of Bethlehem and the Wise Men29:05 Christmas Markets and Modern Celebrations30:39 Canadian Christmas Inventions32:49 The Evolution of Santa Claus35:48 Rudolph and Commercialism37:26 Nativity Scenes and Their History41:11 Angels in Christmas Lore43:49 Symbolism of Light in Christmas48:11 Midnight Mass and Traditions49:55 Magical Christmas Superstitions51:40 Personal Reflections on Christmas➡️Subscribe to Ask Julie Ryan YouTube➡️Subscribe to Ask Julie Ryan Español YouTube➡️Subscribe to Ask Julie Ryan Português YouTube➡️Subscribe to Ask Julie Ryan Deutsch YouTube➡️Subscribe to Ask Julie Ryan Français YouTube✏️Ask Julie a Question!

Fluent Fiction - French: A Serendipitous Encounter at Strasbourg's Christmas Market Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/fr/episode/2025-12-25-23-34-01-fr Story Transcript:Fr: La nuit était claire et froide à Strasbourg.En: The night was clear and cold in Strasbourg.Fr: Le marché de Noël était illuminé de mille feux.En: The Christmas market was lit up with a thousand lights.Fr: Des odeurs de vin chaud et de pain d'épices flottaient dans l'air.En: Smells of vin chaud and gingerbread floated in the air.Fr: Mathieu se promenait entre les stands, cherchant l'inspiration.En: Mathieu was wandering between the stalls, searching for inspiration.Fr: Depuis des mois, il se sentait perdu.En: For months, he had felt lost.Fr: Ses tableaux ne lui parlaient plus.En: His paintings no longer spoke to him.Fr: Près d'un stand de vin chaud, Mathieu aperçut un dernier verre fumant.En: Near a vin chaud stall, Mathieu spotted one last steaming cup.Fr: Il s'avança pour le prendre, mais en même temps, une autre main se tendit.En: He reached out to take it, but at the same time, another hand reached out.Fr: C'était celle de Sophie.En: It was Sophie's.Fr: « Oh, pardon ! » dit Mathieu avec un sourire timide.En: "Oh, pardon!" said Mathieu with a shy smile.Fr: Sophie sourit aussi, un peu gênée.En: Sophie also smiled, a bit embarrassed.Fr: Elle était en visite avec son amie Isabelle, qui l'avait encouragée à prendre des risques et explorer le monde après sa rupture.En: She was visiting with her friend Isabelle, who had encouraged her to take risks and explore the world after her breakup.Fr: « Prenez-le, je vous en prie », proposa Mathieu.En: "Please, take it," offered Mathieu.Fr: Sophie, touchée par sa gentillesse, accepta l'offre avec un sourire.En: Sophie, touched by his kindness, accepted the offer with a smile.Fr: Ils commencèrent à discuter, Sophie lui parla du voyage qu'elle entreprenait pour se redécouvrir.En: They began to chat, and Sophie told him about the journey she was taking to rediscover herself.Fr: Mathieu se sentit intrigué par son histoire.En: Mathieu felt intrigued by her story.Fr: Ensemble, ils déambulèrent parmi les chalets décorés.En: Together, they strolled among the decorated chalets.Fr: Les lumières scintillaient autour d'eux, les invitant à savourer ce moment magique.En: The lights twinkled around them, inviting them to savor this magical moment.Fr: Ils partagèrent des éclats de rire et des histoires, émerveillés par les objets artisanaux et les douceurs sucrées.En: They shared bursts of laughter and stories, amazed by the handcrafted items and sweet treats.Fr: Soudain, une musique envoûtante s'éleva dans l'air.En: Suddenly, enchanting music rose in the air.Fr: À côté d'eux, un musicien de rue jouait une mélodie délicate et émotive.En: Beside them, a street musician was playing a delicate and emotional melody.Fr: Mathieu et Sophie s'arrêtèrent, transportés par la beauté du morceau.En: Mathieu and Sophie paused, transported by the beauty of the piece.Fr: Ils échangèrent un regard complice, chacun reconnaissant l'émotion qu'il ressentait.En: They exchanged a knowing glance, each recognizing the emotion they felt.Fr: La musique sembla toucher une corde sensible chez eux.En: The music seemed to strike a chord with them.Fr: Mathieu sentit une chaleur nouvelle dans son cœur, une inspiration qu'il n'avait pas connue depuis longtemps.En: Mathieu felt a new warmth in his heart, an inspiration he hadn't known for a long time.Fr: Sophie, elle, se sentit pleine d'espoir et de joie.En: Sophie, on her part, felt full of hope and joy.Fr: Elle avait retrouvé une part d'elle-même qu'elle croyait perdue.En: She had found a part of herself she thought was lost.Fr: Quand vint le moment de se quitter, Mathieu et Sophie se saluèrent, promettant de se revoir.En: When it came time to part, Mathieu and Sophie bid farewell, promising to meet again.Fr: Ils savaient que cette rencontre avait allumé une petite étincelle dans leur vie.En: They knew that this encounter had sparked a small flame in their lives.Fr: En rentrant chez lui, Mathieu avait hâte de peindre.En: Returning home, Mathieu was eager to paint.Fr: Sophie, elle, se sentait prête à accueillir toutes les nouvelles expériences.En: Sophie felt ready to embrace all new experiences.Fr: Tous deux avaient découvert, dans cette nuit de décembre, que le hasard fait parfois bien les choses.En: Both had discovered, on this December night, that chance sometimes works wonders. Vocabulary Words:the market: le marchéthe lights: les lumièresthe smells: les odeursthe paintings: les tableauxthe stalls: les standsthe smile: le sourirethe risks: les risquesthe journey: le voyagethe sweetness: la douceurthe musician: le musicienthe melody: la mélodiethe music: la musiquethe warmth: la chaleurthe hope: l'espoirthe joy: la joiethe peace: la paixthe part: la partthe wonder: le miraclethe chord: la cordethe inspiration: l'inspirationthe emotion: l'émotionthe encounter: la rencontrethe flame: la flammethe chance: le hasardthe night: la nuitthe air: l'airthe street: la ruethe chalets: les chaletsthe glance: le regardthe story: l'histoire

Every year, we do a travel year-in-review series, and to kick it off, we're breaking down our travel stats and shoutouts for 2025! We discuss number of days traveled, countries and states visited, blog and podcast stats, and more! Plus, we wrap up giving some special travel shoutouts including best hotels and best trips!   Relevant Links (may contain affiliate links, meaning if you make a purchase through these links, we earn a small commission-at no additional cost to you!): -Galapagos Itinerary: https://worldwidehoneymoon.com/7-day-galapagos-itinerary/ -Lapland Finland Itinerary: https://worldwidehoneymoon.com/7-day-finnish-lapland-itinerary/ -Grand Masked Ball at Versailles Guide: https://francevoyager.com/grand-masked-ball-at-versailles/ -Best Blog Posts on World Wide Honeymoon: -What to Wear in Paris: https://worldwidehoneymoon.com/what-to-wear-in-paris/ -Europe Winter Packing List: https://worldwidehoneymoon.com/europe-winter-packing-list/ -7 Days in France: https://worldwidehoneymoon.com/7-days-in-france-itinerary/  -Trip to Paris Cost: https://worldwidehoneymoon.com/trip-to-paris-cost-budget-for-paris/ -Things to Do in Lexington, KY: https://worldwidehoneymoon.com/unique-things-to-do-in-lexington-ky/ -Best Blog Posts on France Voyager: -Where to Stay in Paris: https://francevoyager.com/where-to-stay-in-paris/ -Best French Pharmacy Products: https://francevoyager.com/best-french-pharmacy-products/ -Champagne Tasting Guide to Reims: https://francevoyager.com/champagne-tasting-in-reims-guide/ -Things to Do in Cassis: https://francevoyager.com/things-to-do-in-cassis-france/ -One Day in Annecy: https://francevoyager.com/one-day-in-annecy-itinerary/ -Best Podcast Episodes Ever: -Ep 274: 3 Days in London -Ep 273: 2 Days in Paris -Ep 60: Travel to Vienna -Ep 153: 10 Days in Costa Rica -Ep 277: 2 Days in Edinburgh -Best Podcast Episodes This Year: -Ep 309: Top Tips Visiting For the Galápagos Islands -Ep 323: Travel to Helsinki -Ep 317: Current Bucket List Trips -Ep 305: 2025 Travel Trends -Ep 327: Tips For Visiting Rome, the Vatican, and Italy -Best TikTok Video of This Year: How Much Does it Cost to Go to the Grand Masked Ball at Versailles?: https://www.tiktok.com/@worldwidehoneymoon/video/7521794839101394190 -Best Instagram Reel: What to Wear at the Christmas Markets in Europe https://www.instagram.com/reel/DQ5EqZQkc-e/?igsh=dnQ5amF3ZWhicW01 -Best Hotels in 2025: -Reina Silvia Voyager (Galapagos Cruise): https://www.gadventures.com/trips/galapagos-from-quito-western-islands-aboard-the-reina-silvia-voyager/SEV10RB/ -Apukka Resort in Rovaniemi, Finland: https://booking.stay22.com/worldwidehoneymoon/c0NPAim4RG -Terrass Hotel in Paris: https://booking.stay22.com/worldwidehoneymoon/Yinj_pL7tx -Maranatha Porto Vecchio in Corsica: https://booking.stay22.com/worldwidehoneymoon/ydBD-EXI0j -Ryokan Ginyu in Hakone: https://tripadvisor.stay22.com/worldwidehoneymoon/38zZVEvrWH -Vista del Angel in Quito: https://booking.stay22.com/worldwidehoneymoon/HraGIfpLi2   Traveling to France? Check out our Facebook Group called France Travel Tips to ask/answer questions and learn more! Don't forget to follow along! Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/worldwidehoneymoon Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/worldwidehoneymoon TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@worldwidehoneymoon World Wide Honeymoon Blog: https://worldwidehoneymoon.com France Voyager Blog: https://francevoyager.com Subscribe to the World Wide Honeymoon blog here for monthly updates and tips + get our FREE trip planning guide: https://www.subscribepage.com/o4e5c2

Wie feiert man in der Zukunft Weihnachten? Im Jahr 2050 bereitet sich Familie Engelmir aufs Fest vor. KIm, die wohlprogrammierte KI, managt alles über die Care-Cams. Doch den Besuch auf dem Christmas-Market im Echt-Draußen kann sie nicht überwachen. Dort schwelgen die drei Eltern plötzlich in Erinnerungen ans analoge Früher. Und die Kinder Timmi, Tobi und Tess bekommen Sehnsucht nach ihrer Oma. Die soll nicht mehr nur als Hologramm auftauchen! Ob Oma Lisbeth leibhaftig zu ihnen kommen wird? Kinderhörspiel von Susanne Friedmann | Mit: Finn Bousfield, Franz Röbig, Helene Herwig, Abak Safaei-Rad, Jannik Schümann, Timo Weisschnur, Henriette Gonnermann, Cathleen Gawlich, Christian Gaul | Komposition: Frank Merfort | Gesang: Natalie Merfort | Piano: Sebastian Bertram | Regie: Roman Ruthardt | Produktion: rbb 2025 ▶ OHRENBÄR-Hörgeschichten empfohlen ab 6: https://www.ohrenbaer.de/podcast/empfohlen-ab-6.html ▶ Mehr Infos unter https://www.ohrenbaer.de & ohrenbaer@rbb-online.de

In Germany, Christmas really glitters! In fact many of the traditions we associate with the festive season in Britain, the US and around the world come to us via Germany. The Christmas Tree, Santa Claus, Advent Calendars, nutcrackers, toys, Christmas Markets and a cornucopia of Christmas confections had roots in Deutschland. Much of this cultural exchange comes from the tight familial bonds between the British and German royal families. So curl up by the Tannenbaum with a plate of Weihnachtsplätzchen (Christmas cookies), and a mug of Glühwein or Kinderpunsch (mulled wine with or without the alcohol). And together let's explore the history of German Christmas traditions and visit the royal neues palais on December 24th, 1907 for a spectacularly festive meal with Kaiser Wilhelm and his family. Christmas trees, Tannenbaum, Christmas ornaments Santa Clause, Saint Nicholas, Christkind Nutcrackers, wooden toys Christmas Markets Christmas food and drink (cookies) Kaiser Wilhelm II's Christmas Eve Menu, 1907 Join me every Tuesday when I'm Spilling the Tea on History! Check out my Youtube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/c/lindsayholiday Follow me on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100091781568503 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/historyteatimelindsayholiday/ Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@historyteatime Please consider supporting me at https://www.patreon.com/LindsayHoliday and help me make more fascinating episodes! Intro Music: Baroque Coffee House by Doug Maxwell Music: Brandenburg Concerto No4-1 BWV1049 - Classical Whimsical by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100303 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ #HistoryTeaTime #LindsayHoliday Please contact ⁠advertising@airwavemedia.com⁠ if you would like to advertise on this podcast. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Fluent Fiction - Hungarian: Moonlit Magic: A Christmas Market Tale of Hope and Art Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/hu/episode/2025-12-23-23-34-02-hu Story Transcript:Hu: A holdfény ezüst árnyékokat vetett a homokos tengerpartra.En: The moonlight cast silver shadows on the sandy beach.Hu: A karácsonyi piac esti fényei csillogtak a sötét ég alatt.En: The Christmas market's evening lights sparkled beneath the dark sky.Hu: Édes sütemények, meleg bor illata és nevetés töltötte be a levegőt.En: The air was filled with the scent of sweet pastries, warm wine, and laughter.Hu: A parton mindenki ünnepelt.En: Everyone on the beach was celebrating.Hu: Itt volt Janos, egy csendes helyi művész, aki saját készítésű díszeket árult.En: Janos was there, a quiet local artist selling his handmade decorations.Hu: Mellette állt Peter, a barátja, aki segített neki.En: Beside him stood Peter, his friend, who was helping him out.Hu: Janos aggodalmasan nézte az emberek forgatagát.En: Janos looked anxiously at the crowd.Hu: Mindegyik dísz egy kis műalkotás volt: apró fafigurák, gondosan festett üvegcsengők.En: Each decoration was a small work of art: tiny wooden figures, carefully painted glass bells.Hu: De az emberek csak elmentek mellettük.En: But people just walked past them.Hu: Janos tudta, hogy ha nem ad el eleget, a műhelye nem élheti túl a telet.En: Janos knew that if he didn't sell enough, his workshop wouldn't survive the winter.Hu: Lilla egyedül állt a parton, a lábát a hideg homokba süllyesztette.En: Lilla stood alone on the beach, her feet sinking into the cold sand.Hu: Az otthontól távol, valami különlegeset keresett.En: Far from home, she was searching for something special.Hu: Egy kis emléket, ami varázslatot hoz az életébe.En: A small keepsake that would bring magic into her life.Hu: Ahogy sétált, szeme megakadt Janos csillogó díszein.En: As she walked, her eyes caught on Janos's shimmering decorations.Hu: Valami megérintette a szívét.En: Something touched her heart.Hu: - Ezek gyönyörűek - mondta Lilla, az egyik díszt tartva a kezében.En: "These are beautiful," Lilla said, holding one of the decorations in her hand.Hu: Janos arcán mosoly suhant át.En: A smile flickered across Janos's face.Hu: Mégis, a félelem ott bujkált a tekintetében.En: Yet, fear still lingered in his eyes.Hu: - Köszönöm - felelte halkan.En: "Thank you," he replied softly.Hu: Peter közelebb lépett, biztatóan vállon veregette Janost.En: Peter stepped closer and patted Janos encouragingly on the shoulder.Hu: Lilla rövid, őszinte pillantást váltott Janossal.En: Lilla exchanged a brief, sincere glance with Janos.Hu: Érezte azt a különleges kapcsolatot, amit keresett.En: She felt that special connection she had been looking for.Hu: A piac lassan zárt, de Lilla nem mozdult.En: The market was slowly closing, but Lilla didn't move.Hu: Vajon mit tartogat még ez az ismeretlen művész?En: What else did this unknown artist have in store?Hu: - Megveszem ezt a díszt - jelentette ki Lilla, majd kíváncsian nézett Janos szemébe.En: "I'll buy this decoration," Lilla declared, then glanced curiously into Janos's eyes.Hu: - Mesélne még a műveiről?En: "Would you tell me more about your works?"Hu: Ez a kis dísz volt az utolsó a standon.En: This little ornament was the last on the stand.Hu: Janos meghatottan beleegyezett.En: Janos agreed, touched.Hu: - Ha szeretnéd, gyere el a műhelyembe holnap - hívta meg Lillát, szemében reménnyel.En: "If you'd like, come to my workshop tomorrow," he invited Lilla, hope in his eyes.Hu: Az éjszaka hűvös volt, de mindkettőjük szívében melegség uralkodott.En: The night was cool, but warmth filled both their hearts.Hu: Janos új ihletet és önbizalmat merített Lilla elismeréséből.En: Janos drew new inspiration and confidence from Lilla's appreciation.Hu: Lilla pedig végre megtalált egy kapcsolatot, ami élettel töltötte meg az ünnepet.En: Lilla had finally found a connection that filled the holiday with life.Hu: Másnap újra együtt voltak, a holdfény táncot járt a tengeren, és a műhely falai között a remény apró lángja kezdett újra égni.En: The next day, they were together again, the moonlight dancing on the sea, and within the walls of the workshop, the faint flame of hope began to burn anew. Vocabulary Words:moonlight: holdfénycast: vetettsandy: homokossparkled: csillogtakworkshop: műhelyesurvive: túlélnianxiously: aggodalmasanfigures: figurákpainted: festettlinger: bujkáltspecial: különlegeskeepsake: emlékshimmering: csillogótouched: megérintetteflickered: suhantglance: pillantástornament: díszappreciation: elismeréspat: veregettecuriously: kíváncsiandeclared: jelentetteconfidence: önbizalominspiration: ihletcool: hűvöshope: reményconnection: kapcsolatunknown: ismeretlenartist: művészscent: illatabeneath: alatt

Fluent Fiction - Italian: A Christmas Market Miracle: Luca's Perfect Gift Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/it/episode/2025-12-23-23-34-02-it Story Transcript:It: La nebbia si dissolveva lentamente sopra la Piazza Navona, rivelando un antico spettacolo di luci e gioia.En: The fog slowly dissipated above Piazza Navona, revealing an ancient spectacle of lights and joy.It: I festoni natalizi brillavano sospesi tra le bancarelle, ed il richiamo allegro dei venditori riempiva l'aria fredda.En: The Christmas garlands shimmered suspended between the stalls, and the cheerful calls of the vendors filled the cold air.It: L'inverno era arrivato e con esso la magia del Mercato di Natale.En: Winter had arrived, and with it, the magic of the Christmas Market.It: Luca, Giulia e Matteo avanzavano tra la folla, avvolti nei loro cappotti pesanti.En: Luca, Giulia, and Matteo advanced through the crowd, wrapped in their heavy coats.It: Luca era teso.En: Luca was tense.It: Aveva realizzato solo quella mattina di aver dimenticato un regalo importante: quello per sua nonna.En: He had realized only that morning that he had forgotten an important gift: the one for his grandmother.It: Ogni anno, aveva sempre trovato qualcosa di speciale, qualcosa che raccontasse quanto fosse importante per lui la tradizione familiare della Vigilia di Natale.En: Every year, he had always found something special, something that conveyed how important the family tradition of Christmas Eve was to him.It: "Non preoccuparti, Luca," disse Giulia con un sorriso rassicurante.En: "Don't worry, Luca," said Giulia with a reassuring smile.It: "Troveremo qualcosa di perfetto."En: "We'll find something perfect."It: "E se non ci riuscissimo?"En: "And what if we don't manage?"It: rispose Luca, immaginando la delusione sul volto dolce della nonna.En: replied Luca, imagining the disappointment on his grandmother's sweet face.It: "A volte, devi solo lasciare che le cose accadano," aggiunse Matteo.En: "Sometimes, you just have to let things happen," added Matteo.It: "Dividiamo il mercato in sezioni e controlliamo ciascuno una parte."En: "Let's divide the market into sections and each check a part."It: Luca annuì, affidandosi ai suoi amici.En: Luca nodded, relying on his friends.It: Giulia si diresse verso le bancarelle degli artigiani, Matteo verso i dolciumi, mentre Luca si avventurò tra le decorazioni natalizie.En: Giulia headed towards the artisan stalls, Matteo towards the sweets, while Luca ventured among the Christmas decorations.It: Il tempo scorreva veloce.En: Time was passing quickly.It: Luca osservava affascinato gli ornamenti, cercando quello speciale.En: Luca watched the ornaments with fascination, searching for something special.It: I colori brillanti e le forme uniche lo avvolgevano, ma niente sembrava giusto.En: The bright colors and unique shapes surrounded him, but nothing seemed right.It: Giulia e Matteo tornarono a mani vuote poco dopo, con sguardi incoraggianti.En: Giulia and Matteo returned empty-handed shortly after, with encouraging looks.It: Proprio quando il sole cominciò a calare, Luca si fermò.En: Just as the sun began to set, Luca stopped.It: Lì, sotto una tenda illuminata da minuscole luci scintillanti, vide un'anziana venditrice con un sorriso gentile.En: There, under a tent illuminated by tiny twinkling lights, he saw an elderly vendor with a kind smile.It: Tra le sue mani, un ornamento che sembrava fatto apposta per la nonna di Luca.En: In her hands, an ornament that seemed made just for Luca's grandmother.It: Era un piccolo angelo, delicato e finemente intagliato, che irradiava calore e serenità.En: It was a small angel, delicate and finely carved, radiating warmth and serenity.It: "Sono fatti a mano," disse la venditrice.En: "They are handmade," said the vendor.It: "Ogni pezzo ha una storia."En: "Each piece has a story."It: Senza esitare, Luca comprò l'angelo.En: Without hesitation, Luca bought the angel.It: Con il cuore leggero e il regalo perfetto, tornò dai suoi amici.En: With a light heart and the perfect gift, he returned to his friends.It: I tre lasciarono il mercato, accompagnati dalle melodie natalizie e dal profumo di caldarroste.En: The three left the market, accompanied by Christmas melodies and the scent of roasted chestnuts.It: "Vedi, a volte il miglior piano è non avere un piano," disse Giulia strizzando l'occhio a Luca.En: "You see, sometimes the best plan is not having a plan," said Giulia winking at Luca.It: "È vero," rispose Luca, riflettendo sulla giornata.En: "It's true," replied Luca, reflecting on the day.It: "Grazie, ragazzi."En: "Thank you, guys."It: Tra il vociare dei passanti e le risate dei bambini, Luca imparò qualcosa di prezioso.En: Amid the chatter of passersby and the laughter of children, Luca learned something precious.It: A volte, la magia sta nelle sorprese del momento.En: Sometimes, the magic lies in the surprises of the moment.It: E quel Natale, grazie a un piccolo angelo e ai suoi amici, sarebbe stato speciale come nessun altro.En: And that Christmas, thanks to a little angel and his friends, would be as special as no other. Vocabulary Words:the fog: la nebbiato dissipate: dissolversiancient: anticothe spectacle: lo spettacolothe garland: il festoneto shimmer: brillarethe stall: la bancarellathe vendor: il venditoreto fill: riempireto realize: realizzarethe gift: il regaloto convey: raccontarethe tradition: la tradizionethe grandmother: la nonnato manage: riuscireto divide: dividerethe artisan: l'artigianothe sweets: i dolciumito glance: osservarethe ornament: l'ornamentoto surround: avvolgereto venture: avventurarsito carve: intagliareto radiate: irradiarethe melody: la melodiathe chestnut: la caldarrostathe tent: la tendato twinkle: scintillarethe vendor: la venditricethe angel: l'angelo

Fluent Fiction - Dutch: When a Gigantic Clog Stopped the Show at the Christmas Market Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/nl/episode/2025-12-22-08-38-20-nl Story Transcript:Nl: Midden in het historische dorpsplein van een klein Nederlands stadje stond een kerstmarkt, glinsterend van lichtjes en versierd met dennengroen en rood lint.En: In the middle of the historic village square of a small Dutch town stood a Christmas market, glistening with lights and adorned with pine greenery and red ribbon.Nl: De lucht was koud en helder, en kleine sneeuwvlokken dwarrelden als veertjes naar beneden.En: The air was cold and clear, and tiny snowflakes fluttered down like feathers.Nl: Mensen liepen rond, nippen aan warme glühwein en neuzen door de kraampjes met ambachtelijke producten.En: People wandered around, sipping on warm glühwein and browsing through stalls with artisanal products.Nl: Tussen de kraampjes stond Pieter, een vrolijke man van in de veertig.En: Between the stalls stood Pieter, a cheerful man in his forties.Nl: Elk jaar vrijwilligde hij op de kerstmarkt, verkleed als allerlei geliefde kerstfiguren.En: Every year he volunteered at the Christmas market, dressed up as various beloved Christmas characters.Nl: Dit jaar had hij echter iets nieuws geprobeerd.En: This year, however, he had tried something new.Nl: Hij stond daar, ingesloten in een gigantisch houten klomp kostuum, bedoeld om een glimlach op ieders gezicht te toveren.En: He stood there, enclosed in a gigantic wooden clog costume, intended to bring a smile to everyone's face.Nl: Maar er was een klein probleem.En: But there was a small problem.Nl: Het kostuum, komisch groot en gezellig bedoeld, bleek moeilijk om uit te komen.En: The costume, comically large and meant to be cozy, proved difficult to get out of.Nl: Pieter stond vast, zijn armen bungelend als een schoorsteenveger in de wind.En: Pieter was stuck, his arms dangling like a chimney sweep in the wind.Nl: Hij was vastbesloten om niet te laten zien dat hij in de problemen zat.En: He was determined not to show that he was in trouble.Nl: Dit was zijn kans om de ster van de markt te zijn.En: This was his chance to be the star of the market.Nl: Hij wiebelde en glibberde, probeerde stilletjes zijn ene voet voor de andere te planten en zichzelf te bevrijden.En: He wobbled and squirmed, trying quietly to plant one foot in front of the other and free himself.Nl: Maar de klomp leek alleen maar strakker te zitten.En: But the clog only seemed to tighten.Nl: Mensen om hem heen begonnen te giechelen, eerst stilletjes en toen steeds luider.En: People around him began to giggle, first quietly and then more loudly.Nl: Pieter grinnikte naar de kinderen die lakens vol pepernoten schudden.En: Pieter chuckled at the children shaking sheets full of pepernoten.Nl: Hij wuifde naar de voorbijgangers, alsof alles onderdeel was van de act.En: He waved to passersby, as if everything was part of the act.Nl: Maar zijn gezicht begon rood aan te lopen van inspanning.En: But his face began to flush red with effort.Nl: Eindelijk, terwijl het gelach luider en speelser werd, zuchtte Pieter diep.En: Finally, as the laughter grew louder and more playful, Pieter sighed deeply.Nl: Hij keek om zich heen en zag zijn vrienden Maarten en Inge bij een nabijgelegen kraam met warme chocolademelk.En: He looked around and saw his friends Maarten and Inge at a nearby stall with hot chocolate.Nl: „Maarten!En: "Maarten!Nl: Inge!En: Inge!Nl: Kom even hierheen!” Hij riep, zijn trots opzij zetten.En: Come over here for a moment!” he called, setting his pride aside.Nl: Zijn vrienden haastten zich naar hem toe.En: His friends hurried over to him.Nl: Lachend, maar met begrip, hielpen ze Pieter voorzichtig uit de houten klomp te wringen.En: Laughing, but understanding, they carefully helped Pieter wriggle out of the wooden clog.Nl: Met moeite en teamwork kwam Pieter vrij.En: With effort and teamwork, Pieter was freed.Nl: Hij stond daar met een opgeluchte zucht, bedekt met sneeuwvlokken en een bredere glimlach dan ooit.En: He stood there with a relieved sigh, covered in snowflakes and with a wider smile than ever.Nl: De menigte juichte en applaudisseerde, en zijn avontuur in de klomp werd de hit van de kerstmarkt.En: The crowd cheered and applauded, and his adventure with the clog became the highlight of the Christmas market.Nl: Mensen kwamen hem feliciteren, de kinderen vroegen om verhalen, en Pieter voelde zich eindelijk gezien.En: People came to congratulate him, the children asked for stories, and Pieter finally felt seen.Nl: Hij begreep dat zijn grappige avontuur meer vreugde had gebracht dan hij ooit had verwacht.En: He realized that his funny adventure had brought more joy than he had ever expected.Nl: Het was een simpele menselijke vergissing geweest, maar die had voor verbinding en vreugde gezorgd.En: It had been a simple human mistake, but one that had created connection and joy.Nl: En toen Pieter daar stond, zwaaiend naar de massa, wist hij dat hij niet grootst moest zijn om indruk te maken.En: And as Pieter stood there, waving to the crowd, he knew he didn't need to be grand to make an impression.Nl: Simpelweg zichzelf zijn was genoeg.En: Simply being himself was enough.Nl: En in dat moment, omringd door de warme geuren en vrolijke geluiden van de kerstmarkt, was Pieter eindelijk waar hij wilde zijn, in het midden van de magie van Kerstmis.En: And in that moment, surrounded by the warm aromas and cheerful sounds of the Christmas market, Pieter was finally where he wanted to be, in the midst of the magic of Christmas. Vocabulary Words:historic: historischevillage square: dorpspleinglistening: glinsterendadorned: versierdpine greenery: dennengroensnowflakes: sneeuwvlokkenfluttered: dwarreldenartisanal: ambachtelijkecheerful: vrolijkevolunteered: vrijwilligdebeloved: geliefdeenclosed: ingeslotengigantic: gigantischchimney sweep: schoorsteenvegerwobbled: wiebeldesquirmed: glibberdeflush: rood aanlopengiggle: giechelenwriggle: wringenrelieved: opgeluchteapplauded: applaudisseerdecongratulate: feliciterenmistake: vergissingconnection: verbindingamidst: omringdmagic: magiecosy: gezelligdetermined: vastbeslotenplayful: speelsereffort: inspanning

If you've ever spent a run up to Christmas in Europe, you'll know there are many towns and cities that have fantastic Christmas markets. Roderick Eime, Travel Writer & Editor of Traveloscopy.com has just returned from exploring a host of European towns and their markets.

Fluent Fiction - Hungarian: Love Illuminated: A Christmas Market Connection in Budapest Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/hu/episode/2025-12-21-08-38-19-hu Story Transcript:Hu: A karácsonyi piac varázsa különleges.En: The magic of the Christmas market is special.Hu: A kivilágított standok között lassan gomolygó gőz, fahéj és sült gesztenye illata lengi be a levegőt.En: The air is filled with the slowly swirling steam among the illuminated stalls and the scent of cinnamon and roasted chestnuts.Hu: Az emberek nevetve, beszélgetve járkálnak, miközben ajándékokat keresnek szeretteiknek.En: People walk around laughing and chatting while searching for gifts for their loved ones.Hu: Budapest szívében, a Vörösmarty téren, ebben a forgalmas forgatagban találunk két különleges embert: Zoltánt és Erikát.En: In the heart of Budapest, in Vörösmarty Square, amidst this bustling throng, we find two special people: Zoltán and Erika.Hu: Zoltán, egy fehér sálat viselő művész, a tömeg szélén sétál.En: Zoltán, an artist wearing a white scarf, walks along the edge of the crowd.Hu: A tekintete elmerül a színes fényekben, de a szíve még nehéz.En: His gaze is immersed in the colorful lights, yet his heart is still heavy.Hu: Egy nemrég véget ért kapcsolat emlékével küzd.En: He struggles with the memory of a recently ended relationship.Hu: A karácsonyi zene mindenütt körülveszi, de nem talál benne menedéket.En: The Christmas music surrounds him everywhere, but he finds no refuge in it.Hu: Úgy érzi, minden csengő és harang inkább súlyként húzza vissza az emlékeibe.En: He feels that every bell and chime pulls him back into his memories like a weight.Hu: Erika, a mindig mosolygó tanár, a gyerekek karácsonyi énekéből örömmel veszi ki részét.En: Erika, the always-smiling teacher, joyfully takes part in the children's Christmas songs.Hu: Közösséget keres, nevetést, ami elűzi a magány hangját.En: She seeks community and laughter to dispel the sound of solitude.Hu: Számára a karácsony a boldogság ideje, még ha most úgy is érzi, valami hiányzik.En: For her, Christmas is a time of happiness, even though she feels something is missing.Hu: Az estén, amikor Erika kis karácsonyi dalcsapatát vezeti, a tömeg közepén Zoltán megáll.En: On the evening when Erika leads her small Christmas singing group, Zoltán stops in the middle of the crowd.Hu: A szívverése megáll egy pillanatra, amikor meglátja Erikát énekelni.En: His heartbeat halts for a moment when he sees Erika singing.Hu: Az ő hangja és a zene valódi öröme egy szikrát gyújt a lelkében.En: Her voice and the genuine joy of the music spark something in his soul.Hu: A szemük találkozik, és valami megmagyarázhatatlanul erős kötelék születik abban a pillanatban.En: Their eyes meet, and an inexplicably strong bond is born in that moment.Hu: Erika, a dal végeztével lelkesen közelíti meg Zoltánt.En: Erika, enthusiastically finishes her song and approaches Zoltán.Hu: Beszélgetni kezdenek, a közös pohár forralt bor mellett.En: They begin to talk over a shared cup of mulled wine.Hu: Zoltán eleinte zárkózott, de hamarosan megtalálják a közös hangot: művészet, zene, az élet kis örömei.En: Zoltán is initially reserved, but soon they find common ground: art, music, the small joys of life.Hu: Erika mély, ragyogó tekintetével és vidám nevetésével Zoltán szívébe hoz meleget és reményt.En: With her deep, radiant gaze and cheerful laughter, Erika brings warmth and hope to Zoltán's heart.Hu: Ahogy a piac csendesülni kezd, Zoltán úgy érzi, a karácsony fényei már nem csak a város színes díszei, hanem a lelkében is ragyognak.En: As the market begins to quiet down, Zoltán feels that the Christmas lights are no longer just colorful decorations of the city but also shine within his soul.Hu: Erika is boldogabbnak érzi magát, meghívva Zoltánt egy újabb találkozásra.En: Erika also feels happier, inviting Zoltán for another meeting.Hu: Ez az este megváltoztatta őket.En: This evening changed them.Hu: Zoltán megérti, hogy a művészete és élete új inspirációt nyert.En: Zoltán understands that his art and life have gained new inspiration.Hu: Erika pedig, bár keresett valamit, amit elűzi a magányt, találta meg a társaság valódi erejét és melegét.En: Erika, although she was searching for something to chase away loneliness, found the real strength and warmth of companionship.Hu: Karácsonykor, a szívek között is kigyúlhat a fény.En: At Christmas, even among hearts, lights can ignite. Vocabulary Words:magic: varázsailluminated: kivilágítottswirling: gomolygóchestnuts: gesztenyebustling: forgalmasthrong: forgatagimmersed: elmerülgaze: tekinteterefuge: menedéketsolitude: magányhalt: megállheartbeat: szívverésespark: szikrátbond: kötelékenthusiastically: lelkesenreserve: zárkózottradiant: ragyogócheerful: vidámapproach: közelítimulled wine: forralt borcommon ground: közös hangotcompanionship: társaságignite: kigyúlhatinspiration: inspirációtstrength: erejétwarmth: melegétamidst: közöttthrong: forgatagsolitude: magányhalt: megáll

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Fluent Fiction - Catalan: Rain or Shine: A Tale of Friendship at the Christmas Market Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/ca/episode/2025-12-20-23-34-02-ca Story Transcript:Ca: El Parc de la Ciutadella estava ple de llums de Nadal.En: El Parc de la Ciutadella was full of Christmas lights.Ca: Els arbres estaven decorats amb guirnaldes brillants que donaven al lloc una atmosfera màgica.En: The trees were decorated with bright garlands that gave the place a magical atmosphere.Ca: La Júlia, el Pau i la Mireia estaven ocupats a preparar la seva parada al mercat de Nadal d'últim moment.En: La Júlia, el Pau, and la Mireia were busy preparing their stall at the last-minute Christmas market.Ca: Feia fred, però l'ambient era càlid i alegre.En: It was cold, but the atmosphere was warm and cheerful.Ca: La Júlia, sempre organitzada, revisava la llista de tasques.En: La Júlia, always organized, was checking the task list.Ca: Hi havia moltes coses per fer i poc temps.En: There were many things to do and little time.Ca: La Mireia estava al seu costat, parlant del temps canviant.En: La Mireia was next to her, talking about the changing weather.Ca: "Potser plourà", va dir un pèl preocupada.En: "It might rain," she said, a bit worried.Ca: "No et preocupis, estarem bé", va respondre Pau amb confiança, intentant relaxar l'ambient.En: "Don't worry, we'll be fine," Pau replied confidently, trying to ease the tension.Ca: En círculs, la Júlia intentava esbrinar com muntar tot al lloc indicat.En: In circles, la Júlia was trying to figure out how to set everything up in the designated spot.Ca: "Falten materials!En: "We're missing materials!Ca: I el Pau està pintant cartells en comptes d'ajudar amb la decoració", va dir, un xic frustrada.En: And el Pau is painting signs instead of helping with the decorations," she said, a bit frustrated.Ca: Pau s'ho va prendre amb calma: "Els cartells són importants, Júlia!En: Pau took it calmly: "The signs are important, Júlia!Ca: Atreuen la vista dels compradors".En: They catch the buyers' eyes."Ca: Aleshores, la Júlia, sentint la pressió, va recordar que havia de confiar més en els seus amics.En: Then, la Júlia, feeling the pressure, remembered she needed to trust her friends more.Ca: Va decidir delegar algunes de les seves tasques.En: She decided to delegate some of her tasks.Ca: "Mireia, pots encarregar-te de les decoracions?En: "Mireia, can you take care of the decorations?Ca: Pau, quan acabis amb els cartells, ajuda'm amb les estovalles", va demanar.En: Pau, when you finish with the signs, help me with the tablecloths," she requested.Ca: Mentre treballaven junts, el cel es va ennegrir de sobte.En: As they worked together, the sky suddenly darkened.Ca: Va començar a ploure de forma inesperada.En: It began to rain unexpectedly.Ca: Les gotes d'aigua amenaçaven amb mullir les seves artesanies.En: The raindrops threatened to soak their crafts.Ca: "Oh no, les nostres coses!En: "Oh no, our things!"Ca: " va exclamar la Mireia, agafant ràpidament unes bosses de plàstic per cobrir-les.En: Mireia exclaimed, quickly grabbing some plastic bags to cover them.Ca: El Pau, en un acte de creativitat, va proposar utilitzar els paraigües per protegir els objectes de la pluja.En: El Pau, in an act of creativity, proposed using umbrellas to protect the items from the rain.Ca: "No hem de tancar encara", va dir Pau.En: "We don't have to close yet," Pau said.Ca: "Podem fer-ho funcionar!En: "We can make it work!"Ca: "Van treballar ràpidament junts, col·locant paraigües sobre les artesanies.En: They worked quickly together, placing umbrellas over the crafts.Ca: Al cap de poc, la pluja es va aturar, i van aparèixer uns quants compradors interessats en la seva dedicació.En: Soon, the rain stopped, and a few buyers appeared, interested in their dedication.Ca: Una família es va aturar, admirant les peces úniques que havien protegides amb tant d'esforç.En: A family stopped, admiring the unique pieces they had so carefully protected.Ca: "Esteu oberts encara?En: "Are you still open?Ca: Ens agradaria veure més", va dir una de les compradores.En: We'd like to see more," one of the buyers said.Ca: La Júlia, somrient, va respondre: "És clar, sí!En: La Júlia, smiling, replied, "Of course, yes!Ca: Mireu el que tenim!En: Take a look at what we have!"Ca: " La situació havia canviat gràcies al treball en equip i a l'enginy de tots tres.En: The situation had changed thanks to the teamwork and ingenuity of all three.Ca: Al final del dia, la Júlia va sentir-se satisfeta i agraïda.En: At the end of the day, la Júlia felt satisfied and grateful.Ca: Havien venut molt, i l'esforç conjunt havia valgut la pena.En: They had sold a lot, and the joint effort had been worth it.Ca: Així va aprendre que confiar en els seus amics i adaptar-se als canvis era clau per superar qualsevol obstacle.En: She learned that trusting her friends and adapting to changes was key to overcoming any obstacle.Ca: La ciutat de Barcelona seguia brillant sota les llums de Nadal, i la Júlia, el Pau i la Mireia van marxar de la parada amb el cor ple d'alegria i confiança renovada.En: The city of Barcelona continued to shine under the Christmas lights, and la Júlia, el Pau, and la Mireia left the stall with hearts full of joy and renewed confidence. Vocabulary Words:lights: les llumsgarlands: les guirnaldesstall: la paradaatmosphere: l'atmosferatask list: la llista de tasquesweather: el tempsrain: la plujacircles: els círculsmaterials: els materialssigns: els cartellstablecloths: les estovallesraindrops: les gotes d'aiguacrafts: les artesaniesumbrellas: els paraigüesitems: els objectesbuyers: els compradorsdedication: la dedicaciópieces: les pecesingenuity: l'enginyeffort: l'esforçobstacle: l'obstacleconfident: amb confiançaworried: preocupadato delegate: delegarto protect: protegirto admire: admirarto overcome: superarunexpectedly: de forma inesperadaunique: úniquestrust: la confiança

Send us a textIf you love Christmas  history, urban culture, or just the glow of a winter night, this conversation will change how you walk a market lane. Subscribe, share the episode with a friend who loves Christmas markets, and leave a quick review to tell us your favorite Christmas market  whereever you are in the world.Connect with the Catholic Thing Fear – and Hope – in Europe's Christmas Markets' from The Catholic Thing.https://www.thecatholicthing.org/2025/12/13/fear-and-hope-in-europes-christmas-markets/with Michele Mcaloon https://www.bookclues.comCold air, warm lights, and the quiet pull of memory: that's the spell of a Christmas market. We sit down with Dr. Dirk Spennemann, an Australian cultural heritage expert, to unpack how Europe's winter fairs grew from pragmatic provisioning into the social spectacles we love today—and why their magic endures even as they change.We start with the basics: these markets weren't born holy. They were winter lifelines where townspeople and traveling traders met before roads iced over. Over centuries, they slid toward Advent, picked up nativity scenes and ornaments, and became seasonal stages for community life. Dirk explains how heritage professionals read those stages—what gives a stall, a pyramid, or a steaming cup value, and how that value shifts as societies evolve. From COVID artifacts to AI and digital preservation, we explore why today's ephemeral signs, screens, and rituals deserve careful saving for tomorrow's storytellers.Then we step into the square. Think LED constellations, towering Erzgebirge pyramids, and carefully choreographed footpaths shaped by security and crowd flow. Food now leads the experience: region-specific glühwein and hot cider, beloved sausages and pastries, alongside fairground favorites and global bites. We look at how big-city markets diversify for different audiences while parishes and fire brigades revive neighborhood tradition with weekend pop-ups. Most of all, we talk about nostalgia—the child's-eye view of lights and sugar, the adult desire to pass that feeling on—and why the setting, from cathedral to cobblestone, holds the key to the market's spell.If you love history, urban culture, or just the glow of a winter night, this conversation will change how you walk a market lane. Subscribe, share the episode with a friend who loves Christmas markets, and leave a quick review to tell us your favorite stall and city.Connect with the Catholic Thing..Michele's article on the meanining and history of Christmas Markets in Germany and France Fear – and Hope – in Europe's Christmas Markets' from The Catholic Thing.https://www.thecatholicthing.org/2025/12/13/fear-and-hope-in-europes-christmas-markets/

主播：Flora（中国）+ Erin（美国） 音乐：Fantasy今天我们要聊的是中西“夜市文化”大对比。01. China vs. U.S. Night Markets中美夜市之别��中国的夜市在这几年一直比较火热，那美国有“夜市”或者类似的说法吗？The U.S. does have things kind of similar, 但形式还不太一样。中国的夜市几乎everyday-open（每天开放），并且美食居多（food-heavy）。They are super social (社交的) night markets.美国的夜市更像是seasonal events (季节性活动) 或者是weekend festivals。They are not everyday-open. ��那美国有类似于seasonal events（季节性的夜市活动）吗？The answer is yes.02. Limited Christmas Market Romance 限定圣诞集市浪漫最近圣诞节（Christmas）临近，圣诞集市(Christmas Markets) are popping up (出现) everywhere.��What are people posting (发布)?People keep posting like: “This is so magical (奇妙),” or “Can this stay open all year (这可以整年开放吗)?”但圣诞集市通常one month a year（一年只有一个月）。虽然听上去比较短，but it's really worth it (值得). Scene of the Christmas Market (圣诞集市的场景):1.Wooden chalet-style booths (小木屋摊位)2.Fairy lights (小灯串) 3.The smell of cinnamon and mulled wine drifting through the air... (空气中还弥漫着肉桂加热红酒的味道……)They are definitely Christmas vibes (氛围). 在这种氛围之下可以看到喝热红酒的情侣（couples drinking warm wine），在大圣诞树底下合影的家人（families taking photos with giant Christmas trees），还有唱颂歌合唱团（choirs singing carols）。Christmas vibes当然少不了经典的食物（classic food）：1.热红酒（mulled wine） 2.烤香肠（grilled sausages）3.烤猪肘（roasted pork knuckle）4.巨型椒盐卷饼（giant pretzels）5.姜饼饼干（gingerbread cookies）It's cozy (舒适的), it's nostalgic (怀旧的), it's festive — but it's seasonal. 03. Street Food Melting Pot: Food Truck Flavors 街头熔炉：美食车集市风味除了Christmas Market之外，美国也有类似于中国夜市上的“美食车”。Food truck festivals（美食车集市）是美国人在街边美食（street food）上超级有创意的地方。人们可以尝到Mexican tacos（墨西哥塔可）、Korean BBQ（韩国烤肉），还有Japanese ramen（日本拉面）等来自不同地方的美食。除此之外，还有Hawaiian poke bowls（夏威夷风味的拌饭），外国人超爱的vegan food（纯素食食物）——vegan deep-fried “chicken”（纯素的油炸“鸡肉”）或者是甜品车（dessert trucks）。It's really a big melting pot of cultures (文化大熔炉) from all over the world.��那大家一般会怎么享用美食呢？美食车集市上会有long picnic tables（长野餐桌）、string lights（小灯串）以及live music（现场音乐）。People will buy five different dishes and share. The vibe (氛围) is very social. 这是一个社区型的社交/娱乐场所（a very community hangout ）。04. “Night Market” in U.S. Context 美式“Night Market”认知��Q1：把中国夜市翻译成“Night Market”可以吗？在美国并没有所谓的“Night Market”。The night markets here would be referring to Asia inspired markets (由亚洲启发的市场) in cities, 而不是亚洲人拥有的“夜市”。��Q2：如果在美国说Night Market，人们脑海中可能会蹦出什么样的画面呢？ Something kind of similar are Farmer's Markets (农贸市场). 农民在农贸市场上卖fresh produce（新鲜的农产品）。The groceries are organic (有机的).温馨提示：即使是Farmer's Markets也很少有5点之后再卖东西的了，所以在美国晚上就别去找Farmer's Markets了。05. Hosts' Favs: Top Night Market Treats 主播私藏：夜市心头好��Erin：She loves烤冷面. She makes it at home sometimes, but it just doesn't hit the same (味道不一样)! ��Flora：主播Flora曾经也用外卖（delivery）点过烤冷面，她认为味道不如夜市的好吃。她非常喜欢在过节期间逛夜市，and she loves轰炸大鱿鱼（deep-fried giant calamari）。如果还能遇到乐队在露天舞台演出，she thinks that's perfect.欢迎大家在评论区留言：你最喜欢的夜市美食是什么？What's your favorite Night Market Food?

Its the most wonderful time of year and no better way to spend it then to hear Nick and Matteo yap about the Holidays. In this episode, we discuss Nick getting ripped off at the Christmas Markets, horrible people on flights, and the origins of Christmas. Enjoy!! Exclusive $35 off Carver Mat at https://on.auraframes.com/INEVERLIKEDYOU. Promo Code INEVERLIKEDYOU Go to https://quince.com/inly for free shipping on your order and 365-day returns. Join the loyalty program for renters at https://joinbilt.com/INEVERLIKEDYOU Come see Nick's Christmas Extravaganza on December 18th! https://www.eventbrite.com/e/hear-me-out-christmas-spectacular-hosted-by-nick-smith-tickets-1972771432460?aff=odwdwdspacecraft

There are many ways to get into the holiday spirit and many holidays to celebrate during the winter months. In this episode, Alison and Stephanie will interview Rachel, a travel agent, about planning a family vacation to visit various Christmas markets throughout Europe. They will learn how to plan a themed trip like this, the various activities that you can do at the Christmas markets, and how this trip set the tone for their holiday season.

Former Navy Seal, Carl Higbie, host of Front Line on Newsmax, joins Jillian to discuss two tragedies, thousands of miles apart, that have shattered the holiday season. In Australia, a "Hanukkah by the Sea" celebration at Bondi Beach turned into a massacre, leaving 15 unalived in what the Prime Minister is calling a targeted act of antisemitic terrorism. Meanwhile, in the U.S., a mystery gunman remains at large after ki**ing two students at Brown University—despite the campus being a surveillance-heavy "weapon-free zone." This episode confronts the uncomfortable duality of our times. We analyze the specific threats emerging globally—from the foiled "Christmas Market" plot in Germany to the weapons stockpiles found in London—and dive into the hard data on radicalization that policymakers often ignore. We discuss the FBI's recent intervention in California against the Turtle Island Liberation Front and Governor Abbott's controversial move to label the Muslim Brotherhood and CAIR as foreign terrorist organizations.   Finally, we tackle the theological divide. Why do historians distinguish between "Meccan" and "Medinan" verses in the Quran? What is the Doctrine of Abrogation? And ultimately, when fundamental values clash, is coexistence always possible?

//The Wire//1500Z December 14, 2025////PRIORITY////BLUF: TERROR ATTACK STRIKES AUSTRALIA AS 12X KILLED IN BONDI BEACH MASS SHOOTING. VEHICLE RAMMING ATTACK FOILED IN GERMANY. MASS SHOOTING REPORTED AT BROWN UNIVERSITY IN PROVIDENCE.// -----BEGIN TEARLINE----- -International Events-Australia: A few hours ago, a complex terror attack took place at a Hanukkah event in Bondi Beach. Multiple gunmen approached a gathering of people at a picnic area on the east side of the park, and began engaging those taking part in holiday celebrations. At least two gunmen took up a tactical position on the pedestrian bridge at grid coordinate: 56H LH 40786 48784 // 61.2 ft MSL. From there, the gunmen began firing at event participants in the park below. After a few minutes, these two shooters were eventually neutralized by armed police on this bridge.At least one other gunman was present at the shooting, but was disarmed by a bystander who attacked the shooter with his bare hands and took the weapon from him. This disarmed-shooter was later detained by police on the pedestrian bridge with the others.Analyst Comment: Concerning casualties, right now the number stands at 10x killed during the attack, with a few dozen wounded. At least two of the attackers were wounded/killed by armed police, however their status is not known. The total number of shooters involved in this attack is also not known, but right now the count stands at 3x shooters taking part in the attack. At least one shooter did survive, as indicated by the videos of the incident taken by observers. Regarding the identities of the attackers, official confirmation of their name and status will take some time. However, photos of some of the shooter's drivers licenses have circulated social media in the hours after the attack. At least one of the attackers appears to be Naveed Akram, who had a NSW driver license.Germany: Yesterday a vehicle ramming attack was foiled by police, which involved a local terror cell in lower Bavaria. Local authorities state that 5x suspects have been arrested after they planned to carry out a vehicle ramming attack at a Christmas Market in the Dingolfing-Landau area.Analyst Comment: The suspects have not been identified by name, however their nationalities are: 1x Egyptian, 3x Moroccans, and 1x Syrian. All are currently being held in pre-trial detention, and more documents are expected to be released regarding how this plot was alleged to have been planned. -HomeFront-Rhode Island: Yesterday evening a mass shooting was reported at Brown University after a shooter opened fire during final exams near the Barus and Holley Engineering building on campus. 2x people were killed and 9x were wounded during the attack.Analyst Comment: The assailant egressed from the area after the shooting, which triggered a manhunt for several hours and prevented the scene from being secured for medical personnel to provide aid to the wounded. As of this morning, police state that they have one "person of interest" in custody regarding the case, however they stopped short of calling this person a suspect. Officially, the shooter has not been captured yet. No weapon was recovered from the scene, and the assailant was wearing a mask during the attack.-----END TEARLINE-----Analyst Comments: In Germany, it must be noted that if this terror cell was rolled up by police, there are probably others which have not yet been detected. Five terrorists is NOT a lone-wolf-style attack, and heavily indicates a more hierarchical organization structure. Depending on how well this cell was organized and commanded, this could mean that other terrorists that haven't been detected yet might be motivated to accelerate their attack planning. Considering the success of the horrific attack in Australia, it's possible that other attacks are coming down the pipeline. As such, inc

Fluent Fiction - Hungarian: Meeting at Budapest's Christmas Market Sparks New Beginnings Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/hu/episode/2025-12-16-08-38-20-hu Story Transcript:Hu: A budapesti Karácsonyi Vásár fényei élénken ragyogtak, a Lánchíd és a Dunapart közelsége különlegessé tette az estét.En: The lights of the Budapesti Karácsonyi Vásár shone brightly, and the proximity of the Lánchíd and the Dunapart made the evening special.Hu: Ákos, egy helyi szoftverfejlesztő, a munkahelyi fáradalmak elől céltudatosan, ám kissé idegesen lépkedett a zsúfolt emberek között.En: Ákos, a local software developer, walked purposefully but somewhat nervously through the crowded people, seeking refuge from the stresses of work.Hu: Valami különleges ajándékot keresett a nővérének, ami felvidítja őt az ünnepekre.En: He was looking for a special gift to cheer up his sister for the holidays.Hu: Eszter viszont magabiztosan, egy kamera lógott a nyakában, megörökítette a vásár minden örömteli pillanatát.En: Eszter, on the other hand, walked confidently, a camera hanging around her neck, capturing every joyous moment of the market.Hu: Gyönyörködött a karácsonyfák alatt játszadozó fényekben, ahogy a lelkes gyerekek és mosolygó családok körülöttük sétáltak.En: She admired the lights playing under the Christmas trees, as enthusiastic children and smiling families strolled around them.Hu: Miközben inspirációt gyűjtött a következő projektjéhez, megpillantotta a mézeskalácsos standot.En: While gathering inspiration for her next project, she noticed the gingerbread stand.Hu: Mindketten ugyanakkor érkeztek a standhoz.En: They both arrived at the stand at the same time.Hu: Az eladó mosolyogva mondta, hogy csak egy doboz maradt a híres mézeskalácsból.En: The vendor smiled and mentioned that only one box of the famous gingerbread was left.Hu: Ákos és Eszter egymásra néztek, és mindegyikük túlságosan udvarias és kissé zavart volt ahhoz, hogy először szólaljon meg.En: Ákos and Eszter looked at each other, both too polite and slightly embarrassed to speak first.Hu: "Ez a nővéremnek lenne" - törte meg a csendet Ákos.En: "This is for my sister," Ákos broke the silence.Hu: Eszter mosolyogva bólintott.En: Eszter nodded with a smile.Hu: "És én a portfóliómhoz keresek különleges képeket, de nem szeretném elvenni tőled.En: "And I'm looking for special pictures for my portfolio, but I wouldn't want to take it from you."Hu: "Egy rövid, barátságos vitát indítottak, mely során Ákos felajánlotta a dobozt Eszternek, de javasolta, hogy osszák meg a tartalmát egy csésze kávé mellett.En: They started a brief, friendly argument, during which Ákos offered the box to Eszter, suggesting they share its contents over a cup of coffee.Hu: Eszter örömmel beleegyezett.En: Eszter happily agreed.Hu: A forró italok mellett megnyíltak, beszélgettek a munkájukról, álmaikról és kihívásaikról.En: Over hot drinks, they opened up, talking about their work, dreams, and challenges.Hu: Ákos felfedezte, milyen izgalmas a művészvilág, míg Eszter élvezte Ákos technológiai meséit.En: Ákos discovered how exciting the art world is, while Eszter enjoyed Ákos's tales of technology.Hu: A beszélgetés végén Eszter megmutatott néhány képet Ákosnak és meghívta őt a közelgő kiállítására, amit maga szervezett.En: At the end of the conversation, Eszter showed some photos to Ákos and invited him to her upcoming exhibition, which she was organizing herself.Hu: Ákos hálásan elfogadta a meghívást, és névjegykártyát cseréltek.En: Ákos gratefully accepted the invitation, and they exchanged business cards.Hu: Ákos számára ez az este igazi fordulópontot jelentett.En: For Ákos, this evening marked a real turning point.Hu: Rájött, hogy érdemes nyitottnak lennie új emberek és lehetőségek felé, míg Eszter úgy érezte, hogy az új kapcsolatok nemcsak munkáját, hanem személyes életét is gazdagítják.En: He realized it's worthwhile to be open to new people and opportunities, while Eszter felt that new connections enriched not only her work but her personal life too.Hu: A karácsonyi vásár vibráló fényei között kialakult egy ígéretes barátság, amely valami különleges kezdete lehetett.En: In the vibrant lights of the Christmas market, a promising friendship formed, which could be the start of something special.Hu: Ahogy elköszöntek, megegyeztek abban, hogy hamarosan újra találkoznak, talán éppen Eszter kiállítása után egy újabb kávé mellett.En: As they said goodbye, they agreed to meet again soon, perhaps over another coffee after Eszter's exhibition. Vocabulary Words:proximity: közelségerefuge: menedékpurposefully: céltudatosannervously: idegesenadmired: gyönyörködöttjoyous: örömteliinspiration: inspirációgingerbread: mézeskalácsvendor: eladópolite: udvariasembarrassed: zavartsilence: csendetportfolio: portfólióargument: vitacontents: tartalmáthot drinks: forró italokopened up: megnyíltakchallenges: kihívásaidiscovered: felfedezteexhibition: kiállításáragratefully: hálásaninvitation: meghívástexchange: cseréltekturning point: fordulópontotworthwhile: érdemesenriched: gazdagítjákvibrant: vibrálópromising: ígéretesspecial: különlegesgoodbye: elköszöntek

In tonight's bedtime story with Karissa, we're getting cozy and festive, and there's nothing cozier or more festive than a Christmas market at night! We're going to visit one together to help us let go of the day and drift into a deeply peaceful sleep. Join Sleep Wave Premium ✨ in just two taps! Enjoy 2 bonus episodes a month plus all episodes ad-free and show your support to Karissa. Upgrade via our show page on Apple, or via this link for all other players ➡️ https://sleepwave.supercast.com/ Love the Sleep Wave Podcast? Please hit follow & leave a review ⭐️ How are we doing with Sleep Wave? Click here to let us know

Tara wakes listeners up to a relentless cascade of breaking news: a shocking Hollywood murder, a collapsing FBI narrative after a university shooting, and disturbing global terror developments stretching from the U.S. to Europe and Australia. As the West grapples with violence, cultural conflict, and policy failures, Tara also finds a rare moment of hope — a small but meaningful win for families just trying to make Christmas special

In this week's episode, Hannah is joined by Alix Walker. Alix is an eating disorder counsellor and coach, and a wellbeing speaker, who works with clients to overcome eating and body image difficulties following on from her own personal experience.This week's festive episode brings a real perspective of being in recovery at Christmas, with advice on how to navigate this season that isn't just a few quick tips that feel like they diminish the struggles of Christmas.This week, we discuss:Common challenges Alix supports her clients with during the festive periodThe pressure and overwhelm caused by Christmas marketsMaking recovery-focused decisions when challenging your eating disorderGiving yourself permission to engage in what feels right to youFinding compassion for others who are also stuck in diet culture thought patternsVisiting home for Christmas and experiencing emotional triggersFinding time for reflection or space during the festive seasonRedefining what Christmas means to you and making it what you needThe impact of social media on your own Christmas experienceTimestamps:01:20: Common Eating Disorder Struggles at Christmas03:20: Christmas Markets and Knowing When to Challenge06:13: Managing Guilt After Social Events07:41: Navigating Work Parties10:47: Finding Balance and Compassion14:17: Navigating Diet Talk16:57: Handling Comments from Family Members23:05: Taking Responsibility for Triggers26:29: Finding Personal Space29:14: Redefining the Meaning of Christmas Away from Social MediaResources & LinksFollow Alix on Instagram @counsellingwithalixCheck out Alix's LinktreeConnect with Us:Subscribe to the Full of Beans Podcast hereFollow Full of Beans on Instagram hereCheck out our website hereListen on YOUTUBE here⚠️ Trigger Warning: Mentions of eating disorders. Please take care when listening.If you enjoyed this episode, don't forget to subscribe, rate, and share the podcast to help us spread awareness.Sending positive beans your way, Han

This week our subject is Route 66, that famous highway that's practically synonymous with the term "Americana." The road was opened in 1926, which means that of next year it’s been inspiring people in song, movie, decor and travel for 100 years. And tours editor Brinley Hineman discovered that tour companies and destinations will be celebrating the centennial with new programs and itineraries. On this episode Hineman and host Rebecca Tobin talk with Steve Born of the Globus family of brands about the popularity of Route 66 tours – and why people choose a tour for a domestic drive holiday. Stay on till the end for a quick chat about Christmas market river cruising in Europe and the similarities between a Europe river cruise and a drive vacation through America’s heartland. Episode sponsor: This episode is sponsored by KLM Royal Dutch Airlines https://www.afkl.biz Related links: Route 66 centennial: Special tours tap into nostalgia https://www.travelweekly.com/Travel-News/Tour-Operators/Special-tours-Route-66-centennial NTA lays out plan to increase advocay and member engagement https://www.travelweekly.com/Travel-News/Tour-Operators/NTA-plan-increase-advocacy-and-member-engagement A Q&A with Choose Chicago CEO Kristen Reynolds https://www.travelweekly.com/On-The-Record/Kristen-Reynolds-Choose-Chicago 'America the Beautiful' marketing campaign aims to rekindle inbound travel https://www.travelweekly.com/Travel-News/Government/Brand-USA-America-the-Beautiful-Campaign-Seeks-to-Attract-Overseas-Visitors Cosmos tour: Highlights of Route 66 with Mother Road Festival and Albuquerque Balloon Festival https://www.cosmos.com/tour/highlights-of-route-66-with-mother-road-festival-albuquerque-balloon-fiesta/8580/?season=2026 Cosmos tour: Highlights of Route 66 https://www.cosmos.com/tour/highlights-of-route-66/8530/?season=2026 Viking's Christmas market cruises https://www.vikingrivercruises.com/cruise-destinations/specialty/christmas-markets/index.html Related podcast: Chase Travel's 26 Trips to Take in 2026https://www.travelweekly.com/Podcasts/Folo/travel-inspiration-in-list-form-from-Chase-Travel See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Thanks for finding our podcast! We are a family of 5 who does most of our travel using credit card points and miles and we share how we leverage credit card offers to earn a ton of points/miles so we can afford travel as a larger family.Follow us on Instagram @TravelPartyof5In this episode we travel from Strasbourg France to Cologne Germany for more Christmas Markets! • setting souvenir budgets per kid to teach value and limit clutter• carry-on packing for cold with layers, wool socks and two shoe options• laundromat lessons in Germany and why translation matters• train routing to Cologne and booking Deutsche Bahn seats directly• Hyatt Regency Cologne suite upgrade, club access and breakfast views• stacking Amex and Hyatt credits against on-property dining• Cologne market highlights, from blacksmiths to ice skating• food notes on sausages, chimney cakes and crepes• navigating Frankfurt delays, lounges and late-night CDG transfers• Air France business class pods, seat quirks and nonstop value• global entry ease on arrival and the checked-bag trade-offsDM me on Instagram if you have questions!

Fixing the Affordable Care Act, security concerns at a Christmas market, and how Charles Dickens shaped Christmas. Plus, a father-daughter dance behind bars, Cal Thomas on the consequences of high taxes, and the Thursday morning newsSupport The World and Everything in It today at wng.org/donateAdditional support comes from His Words Abiding in You, a Bible memorization podcast designed for truck drivers. His Words Abiding in You … on all podcast apps.From I Witness: The Long Shore: A faith-based audio drama that brings history to life. iwitnesspod.comAnd from Ridge Haven Camp in North Carolina and Iowa. Winter Camp starts December 29th. Registration open at ridgehaven.org

//The Wire//2300Z December 10, 2025////ROUTINE////BLUF: USA SEIZES TANKER VESSEL OFF COAST OF VENEZUELA. VANDALISM ATTACKS AND INCIDENTS REPORTED AT CHURCHES AND CHRISTMAS MARKETS AROUND EUROPE.// -----BEGIN TEARLINE------International Events-Caribbean: This afternoon the White House announced the seizure of a tanker vessel off the coast of Venezuela. No details were provided on the name or registration of the vessel yet, however President Trump stated that the operation was a joint venture between the US Coast Guard and the US Navy.-HomeFront-Washington D.C. - This morning President Trump's Gold Card program to sell US citizenship officially went live, with the White House stating at least one individual has successfully purchased entry into the program. -----END TEARLINE-----Analyst Comments: Several vandalism reports have been observed at various Nativity scenes at churches throughout Europe over the past few days as the general crackdown on Christianity continues during the Christmas season. In the U.K. this morning, several residents received letters informing them that Christmas decorations are banned at apartment buildings in Portsmouth, continuing the trend from years past. As one might expect, festivity operations are underway in Portsmouth, as residents put up the largest possible Christmas wreaths on their doors to openly defy this policy.Other than the tightening grip on Christianity in the form of local regulations, more kinetic incidents have also been reported. Last week, pro-Palestine protesters disrupted the opening of a Christmas Market in Vienna, targeting the Market with smoke devices and generally causing disruptions.Yesterday, Palestinian activists desecrated a Nativity in the old town district of Brussels. Graffiti was spray painted and various parts of the scene were damaged. This follows a major pro-Palestine protest disrupting the opening ceremony of the Christmas Market just a short distance away, also in Brussels. A little over a week ago, a more disturbing attack took place in Erbach, Germany where the Nativity featured in the town was a Living Nativity that hosted live animals for attendants to see. Two donkeys (Max and Lilly) were wounded by assailants who destroyed not only the Nativity itself, but also broke into a nearby church, causing damage there as well. A local who saw the donkeys being harmed intervened and halted the attack before the assailants egressed from the area. Max and Lilly survived the attack and have been relocated back to their farm to recover. The attackers have not been identified, however local reports assess that it was probably the same group of people who vandalized the nearby church, and also caused disruptions at the town Christmas Market, with all of these incidents taking place at around the same time. As such, if local police are interested in finding these attackers, it would not be hard to do so; they have conducted several different vandalism attacks in the same place at around the same time of day, several days in a row.More broadly, all of these incidents highlight the need for increased vigilance and awareness. It is true, we shouldn't have to live like this. But in the meantime (before more tough decisions are allowed to be made) this is the kind of thing we have to be aware of. It's not something to be downtrodden about either; on the contrary, now the average person has increasing opportunities to stop harm and do good things as the opposition becomes more plainly known. These problems won't be solved overnight, but with every passing day we all have the chance to do what we can to stop the harm from befalling the innocent. Even if it's just one (or two) donkeys at a time.Analyst: S2A1Research: https://publish.obsidian.md/s2undergroundDisclaimer: No LLMs were used in the writing of this report.//END REPORT//

Czech amateur theatre added to UNESCO‘s list of intangible cultural heritage, What makes Prague's Old Town Square Christmas market one of the best, A taste of one of Czehia's exceptional craft beers - Chroust.

We're back with another Coffee Break French espresso lesson, and this time we're taking a stroll through one of the most atmospheric parts of the season: les marchés de Noël!

As the world reflects on Pope Leo XIV’s first trip to Turkey and Lebanon, Andrew Mueller and Juliet Linley give us their two cents. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Send us a textDoug is celebrating Thanksgiving weekend in Chicago and Drew managed to escape from work in time for Thanksgiving dinner in Richmond. How does Doug plan on getting home on the busiest travel day and how does Drew plan to get to Ireland for Christmas Markets?.  We discuss:Airbus A320 ELAC emergency software updateNew Pacific Airlines shuts downThe Boeing 767 lives on with new orders for the KC46 Airline holiday menusDOT's new Golden Age of TravelJoin the Network!https://www.nexttripnetwork.com/

654. Today we post our presentation on Liberty in Louisiana at the 2025 Louisiana Studies Conference. Liberty in Louisiana by James Workman is the oldest known extant play about Louisiana. Workman wrote the play in 1803 with the goal of supporting the impending Louisiana Purchase. This was Workman's sole venture in writing drama; he mostly wrote political essays. This time, he thought he could reach a wider audience with a play, but he still had a political objective. His goal was to demonstrate the superior legal system of the United States, which would free Louisiana from the tyranny of the Old World and replace it with the New World's Republic of Freedom. Workman had a ready theme to use in his play — the Black Legend of Spanish Law. Spanish law was denigrated by other European countries.  Its Civil Law, modelled on old Roman Law, had the best reputation, but it was slow, secret, incredibly complex, and open to corruption. The Criminal Law was markedly worse in the popular imagination. It was not seen as ancient Roman but as excessively Medieval and barbaric. Spain used several forms of capital punishment, mutilation and other corporal punishments, and forced labor. Worst of all was Canon Law — the infamous Spanish Inquisition. The corrupt judge Don Bertoldo embodies this old, corrupt systems that the Americans end. Now available: Liberty in Louisiana: A Comedy. The oldest play about Louisiana, author James Workman wrote it as a celebration of the Louisiana Purchase. Now it is back in print for the first time in 221 years. Order your copy today! This week in the Louisiana Anthology. Pisatuntema. Myths of the Louisiana Choctaw. "Hashok Okwa Hui'ga."     There is a certain spirit that lives in marshy places — often along the edges of swamps. It is never seen during the day, only at night, and even then its heart is the only part visible. Its heart appears as a small ball of fire that may be seen moving about, a short distance above the surface of the water.     At night, when a person is passing along a trail or going through the woods, and meets the Hashok Okwa Hui'ga he must immediately turn away and not look at it, otherwise he will certainly become lost and not arrive at his destination that night, but instead, travel in a circle.     The name is derived from the three words: hashok, grass; okwa, water; hui'ga, drop. The two preceding tales refer to the ignis fatuus often seen along the swamps of St Tammany parish. This week in Louisiana history. November 29, 2005. Tropical Storm Epsilon becoming the 26th named storm of the busiest hurricane season on record. This week in New Orleans history. The fire with 6 deaths at the Rault Center marks November 29, 1972 as tragic day in New Orleans history. Legislation requiring sprinkler systems in high-rise buildings were prompted by this tragedy. This week in Louisiana. Christmas in Roseland American Rose Center Fridays, Saturdays, & Sundays throughout December 8877 Jefferson Paige Rd Shreveport, LA 71119 Contact Lani Bailey, 318-532-5125 eventcoordinator@rose.org At the end of the year, the gardens are magically transformed into a winter wonderland of twinkling lights for Christmas in Roseland – our largest fundraiser of the year for the gardens.       2025 will mark our 42nd year for Christmas in Roseland! We are open every Friday, Saturday and Sunday beginning November 28th through December 21st, 2025, with special Encore Nights continuing Dec. 22nd & 23rd, 2025.       Be sure to visit Christmas in Roseland on Dec. 12th-14th for our Christmas Market. Vendors of beautiful soaps, linens, wood products and other handmade products and gift items will be present.       One of the most popular displays at Christmas in Roseland is the display of Christmas Cards to the Community made by area schools. 8' x 4', beautifully designed and painted by school children of elementary and middle schools of the Shreveport-Bossier area.      Christmas in Roseland is a participant in the Holiday Trail of Lights tour! $15 per person or $50 family Admission good from 5:30PM-9:30PM (Park open 5:30-10PM) NEW THIS YEAR! Visitors are able to purchase entry passes, Santa photos, train tickets and s'mores packets online prior to arrival here. You can also purchase tickets at the gate. BUY YOUR TICKETS EARLY! Nov. 1 – 28 FOR A 20% DISCOUNT! Please call 318-938-5402 to make a group reservation. Postcards from Louisiana. Delfeayo Marsalis at Snug Harbor.          Listen on Apple Podcasts. Listen on audible. Listen on Spotify. Listen on TuneIn. Listen on iHeartRadio. The Louisiana Anthology Home Page. Like us on Facebook. 

Federico e Isabel entrevistan a Fabiola Martínez por We & Co. Christmas Market, un mercadillo solidario para la Fundación Kike Osborne.