We ended up spending one more day with the relatives in Norway and got to visit
the old farm where my great great great great grandmother lived, so that was
pretty neat. This farm looked pretty poor. The farmers were kind of like tenant farmers, and they had to row a boat across a fjord every morning to work on a big farm, then come back in the evening and grow crops on their own little farm. they skied across the fjord in the winter time, and skied while pushing a boat in front of them when the ice was thin in the spring.
I must mention that we were supposed to meet a relative, Carl Jakob, at
5:30pm one evening and he showed up promptly at 5:19pm. Norwegians
obviously operate exactly on Norwegian time.
