17. of May was as usual a bit of a blur without decent pictures to account for the day. There’s something about the excitement and all the people and everything being over within a blink of an eye giving you only two options: being in the moment or documenting it. Here I am, frantically looking for an umbrella before heading off in the morning.
The day was grey and the company nice. I was watching the parade with my family including my sister and friends of daughter’s. There were flags and banners and bands and kids in organized chaos, just like it’s supposed to. Due to some mix up the national anthem was not played in front of the retirement home where we have been singing “Ja, vi elsker” every 17. of May for close to 30 years, so that was a bit disappointing.
The embroidery on my sister’s bunad (the same kind I used to have)
We caught up with friends in the school yard after the parade, had lunch at my sister’s and brought grandson to the in-laws for dinner in the afternoon. He was totally worn out, poor little guy, and so was I. Great day indeed!