I went for a skiing trip a few weeks ago with some friends. As we were driving, they asked me about how much I liked about the Norwegian culture. Of course there are many aspects that I like about
One of those that are appealing is that of eating bread almost all the time. I actually told them that ‘jeg elsker brød’. Of course they were surprised because the world ‘elsker’ has quite a deep meaning.
All the same, I remained adamant that I like bread. They therefore asked me to write a poem about my loving bread. Here it is;
Brød er godt,
Det er fint,
Jeg liker det veldig godt.
Det er lett å lage,
Lett å spise,
Noen kan spise den alltid,
Til middag (If one is lazy to cook),
Jeg liker grovt brød,
Og mange andre.
Jeg elsker norsk brød!!!!!!
Sorry if you can’t make head or tail of the above poem. It is meant for my Norwegian ‘audience’.
This poem is dedicated to;
Knut, Karoline and Renate, who among others learned me oh no, taught me how to ski.
And Inki, who always taught me Norwegian even when I didn't want to.
I also dedicate it to Sammy, my team mate, who always laughed at me when I made grievous mistakes while trying to speak Norwegian.