Mallorca

Three weeks ago we went to Mallorca for a small vacation. Beneath are some photos in random order.


The Cathedral in Palma.




Mallorca (Majorca) is a Spanish island in the Mediterranean Sea. It has a population of almost 800 000.


We stayed at Prinsotel.It is a nice hotel by the Alcudia bay next to the Albufera natural park.


We had rooms on the third floor facing the wetlands and could enjoy the sounds of hundreds of birds.



Kristine was a bookworm most of the trip. Here she is trying to hide book two of the Twilight-saga.


Me in Palma.


My daughter is soon outgrowing me.





In the evenings we could go bungee jumping.


More father and daughter.


At Plaza Major.


Overlooking Arta.








Kristine at Alcudia bay.


We rented a car when we got to the airport, and one day we drove out to Formentor. This is, I believe, the most scenic place on the island. This is a photo of the lighthouse.





Kristine and me.


Kristine after a swim.



Formentor scenery.


The roads.


One could tumble hundreds of feet down the cliffs.







One evening we drove to Alaro, a small village in the mountains not too far from Inca, to have dinner.











The sea outside Mallorca.

Scandinavian

Yesterday was a day of JOY! After having been a seperate unit in the SAS group for many years we finally merged back into the "real" SAS! And I could yesterday again use my beloved "Scandinavian" callsign on the radio! Happy times!

Rognan Ungdomsskole 1985

An old scan of class 9C - 1985. I am in the upper left corner.

Tusenfryd

Last weekend we went to Tusenfryd. It is an amusement park just South of Oslo.




K is up there. You can hear her enjoying it. I prefer to just watch!



Me.


K.



Roger Candycotton enjoys himself after the park has shut down.

Rollerblading

Rollerblading with K. As you can see - I am well protected! :-)

Clara Elvira - I am an Uncle

Thursday morning my sister gave birth to her first child - a beautiful young lady named Clara Elvira!

Sunday we drove down to visit them at the hospital.


Clara Elvira.


Look at those eyes!


Rakel and daughter.


Jo - the father.


K and Clara. Her first cousin.




Proud uncle!

More from Rome

St. Peters is facing east so the morning sun shines directly at the entrance.

K and I got there a little before 7 a.m. We had read on the net that the entrance to the top of the dome opened then, and we wanted to beat the crowds. There were no lines and we could walk straight through security when we got there. We were by the staff and signs informed that the dome would open at 8 a.m. which left K and me an hour to explore the interior of the church. It was nice and cool in the morning, and almost no people present. Such a great church!

A little before 8 we lined up for the dome and the lines quickly build behind us. Time went - people started complaining as the sun started to take - and it was almost an hour later that they finally opened the gate. (Italians!) We were then almost first in line - and could see thousands of people behind us.

The climb to the top was well worth it!


Columns at the entrance.


View from the top of St. Peters.


Climbing to the top of the dome...


... and descending.


K inside the dome of St. Peters.


Mosaic detail. Amazing how they have managed to make all these large pictures with small stones.


St Peters grave.


Me.


Swiss guard.


Panorama of the Trevi Fountain. (click to enlarge)

At the Spanish Steps

K at the Spanish Steps.




"Find Willy" at the Spanish Steps


Panorama from top of the Spanish steps. (Click to enlarge)