Cavalier Movie Theater*
Yep! Góðan daginn, everyone! That's how you greet people in Iceland. It's the greeting this morning on my Flickr page...each day you are greeted in a different language. Kinda fun.
This morning's greeting is especially relevant because of our weekend plans. My brother-in-law from Washington is in North Dakota not far from where I grew up. He was up in Canada on a fishing trip - up in Flin Flon, Manitoba and he's heading back home tomorrow. Meantime, we're meeting him for dinner. It's his brother's birthday and he's treating - yay! It's a little more than a three hour drive from here, I think.
So how does this relate to my Icelandic greeting? Well, on Saturday morning Jack and I are going to drive up to Cavalier...that's the small town where I was raised. And we're going to also visit Akra which is so small (or at least it was) that in my mind I can count the houses there...I think six. Maybe seven. Akra was/is an Icelandic community. Pretty sure that we were the only people there who weren't Icelandic! Haven't been back there for at least 30 years.
It's where my parents owned a very small country store and we lived in the apartment right behind the store. It had the Post Office, a creamery and a gas pump! I even went to a one room school for a year. The stories I could tell...
So this is going to be a fun trip, I think. I'm taking my camera and I hope to get some good pictures. Old home week. I wonder how you say that in Icelandic?
Stay tuned.
This morning's greeting is especially relevant because of our weekend plans. My brother-in-law from Washington is in North Dakota not far from where I grew up. He was up in Canada on a fishing trip - up in Flin Flon, Manitoba and he's heading back home tomorrow. Meantime, we're meeting him for dinner. It's his brother's birthday and he's treating - yay! It's a little more than a three hour drive from here, I think.
So how does this relate to my Icelandic greeting? Well, on Saturday morning Jack and I are going to drive up to Cavalier...that's the small town where I was raised. And we're going to also visit Akra which is so small (or at least it was) that in my mind I can count the houses there...I think six. Maybe seven. Akra was/is an Icelandic community. Pretty sure that we were the only people there who weren't Icelandic! Haven't been back there for at least 30 years.
It's where my parents owned a very small country store and we lived in the apartment right behind the store. It had the Post Office, a creamery and a gas pump! I even went to a one room school for a year. The stories I could tell...
So this is going to be a fun trip, I think. I'm taking my camera and I hope to get some good pictures. Old home week. I wonder how you say that in Icelandic?
Stay tuned.
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