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GLØGG

its untill you read then you can taste some of this ,,,,,, i wish i could offer gløgg on internet then i would send all my friends as a christmass gift,,,,,,,,,more ,,,,,,more ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,warning,,,, if you havent tasted gløgg its soo bad for you.........ahahahahahahahah am sorry for you,,,,,,,,,
this is the house we made with milly,,,,,,,,,,,,,yah,,,,,,,,its soo cool to have so many activities at christmass,,,,,,,,,,,,,


Last weekend was marked with an event that was koselig.
in the bedehus we had alot of fun as we drank gløgg and enjoyed alot of pepper kake,,,,,, yah then the funniest bit was when me and milly decided to make a pepper kake hus ,,,, just like all our buddies ,,,, this was really good,
well pn of the things i will do when going back to kenya is to carry some gløgg because yah yah ,,, glløgg is cool,,,,,,,,,,,,, bra,,,,,,,

Comments

  1. Marianne12:19 PM, December 12, 2006

    Wow, I miss glogg!!!! It's sooooo good! Looks like your're really enjoing Norwegian advent!

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  2. Stine1:07 PM, December 12, 2006

    Heeey Gillian!!

    It seems like you have a really good time in Norway! Enjoy the "advent" a little bit for me too, I really miss it now!!! Here in Peru it doesnt feel like christmas at all!

    Cool to see your photos!!!

    Take care, God bless u!!

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