tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29198380599892043232024-03-19T01:04:16.106-07:00Erica på eventyr i NorgeErica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-2363979480167731452010-09-23T13:29:00.000-07:002010-09-23T13:34:40.067-07:00brevet til Norge<em>Kjære Norge,<br /><br /><br />Det har vært tre måneder siden jeg forlot deg, og som tiden går, virker det som om du var en ikke mer enn en fin drøm.Livet der var utrolig og fantastisk, derfor noen ganger det ser ut som det var ikke ekte...<br /> <br />Været her er ganske varmt nå, 25 grader om morgenen og 35 om ettermiddagen! Noen ganger jeg lukker øynene og se for meg det nyter begynnelsen av høsten med uten å føle som jeg er inne i en stor varme.<br /> <br />En gang i blant jeg lager vafler til familien min og de elsker det. Jeg tror de er gode, men det Syltetøy vi kjøper her er det ikke det samme jeg kjøpe der. Men smaken av dem minner meg om gode øyeblikkene jeg hadde der oppe!<br /> <br />Det hender jeg drømmer jeg er tilbake, vandre i din vakre, tomme og stille gater, tenker om livet mitt og hvor mye som bor der har betydd for meg. Når jeg våkner opp, føler jeg lyst til å gråte, selv om jeg ikke gråte. Jeg også drømmer om at mine norske venner er på besøk meg og igjen, blir jeg veldig skuffet når jeg våkner opp og innser at det var bare én drøm.<br /> <br />En god venn av meg fortalte meg at når tiden hadde gått, ville jeg savner bare folk. Men til nå, har jeg savnet været, landskapet, årstidene, stillheten, folket og måten jeg bruker til å se meg selv der oppe. Er rart hvordan vi kan se oss selv på forskjellige måter.<br /> <br />Da jeg kom, jeg var sint, fordi det var vanskelig å tro at du er så langt borte fra meg og at jeg ville det ikke være i stand til å besøke deg så mye som jeg ville. Jeg begynte å spørre meg selv og Gud hvorfor han hadde sendt meg opp der og søl opp livet mitt. Som tiden går, kan jeg se mange grunner til å være takknemlig, og også, grunner til å være glad for å være hjemme.<br /> <br />Dens virkelig godt å se grunner til å være her og bli motivert om det, men selvfølgelig, vil jeg alltid savne deg, min kjære Norge og den hyggelige og vakre mennesker for de har lært meg så mye. Gud velsigne deg så mye, kjære Norge og at du kan skinne og være et tilfluktssted for dem som søker fred og hjem.</em>Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-4159476474285979042010-09-02T13:43:00.000-07:002010-09-02T14:23:41.049-07:00Hard QuestionMy friend Elisabeth broght up a question that has been in my mind ever since I left Norway, but I dindt want to bring this question up, not even to myself. But the thing is, Ive been thinking a lot about it, even though I dont like it. <br /><br />Her question was: "Is there a life after Hald?"Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-71356898755959359302010-07-31T14:29:00.000-07:002010-07-31T15:32:07.798-07:00Back to the comfort zoneIts been nearly two months since Im back home and I am a mess. Its great to be back among my beloved ones and Im having a relaxing time without three languages in my mind. Its confortable being able to understand all the cultural codes and being among people that know me for years, but that is freaking me out. I was missing my comfort zone nearly as much as I missed people back home, but now that I have it, I fear it. I fear forgeting the great and important lessons God taught me during my time abroad. I fear stop being that person I became when I was far away from everyone I knew. I fear leting things start being the same they were before. Its impossible to find words to describe how it is to be so far away from home and learning so many things every singe day. It was hard and painful, but now it feels empty without all those challenges I had to face in my year abroad. I want it again and again and again. I dont want to get used to my comfort zone and miss my focus in this life. I want to persue eternal things. I want to start learning a new language from the begining and become fluently. I want to learn to respect a new culture. I want to learn the value of every single moment I live and most of all, I want to learn to love different people and see them as my siblings in Christ. That is the most precious experience anyone could get in this life and Im so gratfull because I had it once. Im looking forward to have it again.<br /><br />Is it possible to avoid the comfort zone at home? I guess so, I just didnt figure out how to do that yet.Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-32560707021522744732010-06-15T04:55:00.001-07:002010-06-15T05:02:31.287-07:00There is no place like home...Its crowded<br />Its messy<br />Its unfaire<br />Its dangeours<br />Its underdeveloped<br />Its full of unjustice<br /><br />But is home<br /><br />Its sunny<br />Beatiful<br />Warm<br />Noisy <br />Alive <br /><br />And its the place Im used to be and I want to help to make it better and faire! <br /><br />Im really happy to be back, even though I miss Norway and always will :)Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-57113687646807159232010-06-03T09:35:00.000-07:002010-06-03T09:50:36.221-07:00The colors of the Summer...Since I was born and raised in a tropical country, I never apreciated Summer as a special Season. However, after spending nearly a year in a cold country like Norway I just realized how magical and blessed the Summer actually is! <br /><br />When the sun is shining all day everything around gets a special color and the green of the trees is shining as long as the day lasts. The birds that came back during the Spring are singing more then never and the sky has a very beautiful blue colour and almost no clouds. The flowers are falling and giving all kinds of colors to the ground and the relfex of the sun in the water is just like bilions of diamonds shining together.<br /><br />However, what is more special about Summer time is the joy that comes when the days are lasting longer then the nigths and the temperature is warm enough to go out in t-shirts. People are hanging out outside and the streets are not empty or quiet anymore. <br /><br />We can hear the kids playing and they are so noisy as the birds! The joy that comes with the Summer makes all the cold and silence of the Winter vanish and the world seems colorful and happy once more!<br /><br />Indeed, Summer is a blessing and brings me the familiar sensation of being home. I have missed it a lot and it feels really good to have it back! Tank you God for Summer!Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-6132425899501551962010-05-30T01:00:00.000-07:002010-05-30T10:29:04.262-07:00What is love about?<em>"Only when love is a duty, only then is love eternally secured against any change, eternally liberated in blessed independence; eternal and fortunately protected against despair."<br />Søren Kierkegaard</em><br /><br /><br />According to Scriptures we must love each other as we love ourselves, even our enemies. I spent a long time wondering how could that be possible. Now, I understand it: love is not about feelings, is not about sensations that come and go. It is a decision you make and a decision you choose to keep every day of the rest of your life. Or not. <br /><br />If you choose to love your enemies you will do whatever you can to make their lives better, even though you do not "feel" afection for them. I think this goes in the same way with a relative you are not a big found, but you know you have to show some respect. Or, when your mother-in-low is a pain in the ass, but you know she is important for someone you love so you choose treat her with the same respect you treat your own mother. I believe this is real love.<br /><br />When it comes to love between men and woman it is hard not to think about the Prince if you are a woman. The only problem is that princes are great in dreamns, but in real life we just have to get used to the idea that they do not exist.<br /><br />Romance is good and I love it. I love when my heart despares because I forgot to breathe and the palms of my hands get wet with sweat just because the prince of my dreamns is entering the room. I just love when I realize his eyes are searching for me and when his lips form the most beautiful smile I have ever seen becase he has found me. I love the way he greets me and I really love the way he says my name. <br /><br />The first time I met the prince I was 15 years old and he became a frog after I discovered he had found his princess and the princes was not me. But I met other princes after that and the sensations were always the same, and the dreamns didnt change so much. The only thing that kept changing was the prince, even though each new time I was sure that I have found the right one.<br /><br />Im not 15 anymore. Im about to become a 23 years old woman and I still dream about the prince, always trying to make people fit into the image I built when I was still a kid and dint know anything about commitment, love, or duty. <br /><br />What I like most about the prince is the way he makes me feel about myself. He really makes me believe I can be somebody else. The person I wish I was, but Im not. He makes me fell that the wolrd is mine and that all my childwish dreams will one day come true. He also makes me believe that I am his entire world and that he will live his life in order to please me. <br /><br />But the truth is that this prince does not exist and love is far more then dreamns. Love is commitment, is hard work, is decision and requires a lot of pacience and sometimes we also have to give up of our own individual dreams so that the other person can keep walking with us. Love is not easy, because even when the feelings are not there, you still have to deal with a second person that still wants be loved and cared. <br /><br />When Kierkegaard says that when love is as a duty it can free us from dispair I keep wondering if this dispair has to do with the fact that the human heart is selfish and is never happy. Is this dispair related to the fact the we always want to follow feelings? The kind of dispair that can make us forget about values and duties and keeping chasing dreams that will never come true? Because when they finally come, they will not be dreams anymore, which means we have to start chasing something else...<br /><br />Can the way I love my enemy be the same way I love the person I intend to spend the rest of my life with?Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-6944030123728718202010-05-28T10:36:00.000-07:002010-05-28T12:12:37.797-07:00Even though the jorney is long...Two weeks from now Im gonna be home. Its been a while since Im counting the days down and is not a secret that Ive been homesick. But the weird thing is that <strong>now</strong> I am missing Trondheim more then Brazil and when I think about my life back home is like thinking about a strange dream while Trondheim would be my reality. <br /><br />I went too deep in my cross cultural experience and now that is over I feel like I have no ground and I dont know who I am or what Im gonna do. The last year was the hardest of my life, but also the best. Ive learned more in this last year then in the last 5. And now that is over I strugle with the fact that I will go back to the exatcly same life, place and activities from before, even though I feel like an intire new person. That is hard.<br /><br />At the same time that I cant wait to be back home I also dont wanna go and Im scared. Even my relationship with God has been weird in the last month. I feel like He is miles and miles away from me and not being able to feel Him or listen to Him scares me even more. I feel lonely and hopeless, almost desesperate. I fear that my life is never gonna be normal again and that I will spend the rest of it willing to be in somewhere else. <br /><br />But at the same time I know for sure that feelings are only feelings, which means that they do not correspond to the reality. And no matter how far God seems to be, I know and I belive He is here by my side. I also believe that He brought me here to renew me and refresh me and give me an intire new perspective of life and even though I feel hopeless now, I know He will renew my hope.<br /><br />For now it really sucks and hurts and makes me sad and mad and anti-social and skeptic. "But after all that Ive been trough, I finally realize the truth that I must go trough the valley to stand upon the montain of God."Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-51241211108036978892010-05-26T11:40:00.000-07:002010-05-28T12:10:24.182-07:00Blessed<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha6PvjlpeLLykWmbxZzcpMhmjgAw4YrQHnrl7Onvgz-6VujHpEdJL7mV-1egeN4-ogEbYMrJkqaqjxgdMO75piKNhABaL2cH1vXlURRKe4Angs_p9pbY0vc-QKafuq-98j0kNvBuOQ9WI/s1600/IMG_2795.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha6PvjlpeLLykWmbxZzcpMhmjgAw4YrQHnrl7Onvgz-6VujHpEdJL7mV-1egeN4-ogEbYMrJkqaqjxgdMO75piKNhABaL2cH1vXlURRKe4Angs_p9pbY0vc-QKafuq-98j0kNvBuOQ9WI/s400/IMG_2795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476397234507363954" /></a><br /><br />Yesterday I left Trondheim again and for once. It is not funny to say goodbye to good friends knowning that I might not see them in a while. Im already msissing them and that is painful. In the other hand is very good to know that I was sorrounded by those great people in the last year. People that were kind and carry with me even though they dindt know me, people that taught me so much about hospitality, charity and care. So thats it. Im a blessed person...<br /><br />Blessed and full of gratitude.<br /><br />"We dont make friends, we recognize them." <br />Vinícius de MoraesErica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-6585307360541056782010-05-10T10:43:00.000-07:002010-05-10T10:53:13.349-07:00My heart is divided...In 31 days I will arrive in Brazilian soil after 10 months away from home. Then, I will have the chance to hug the people I love most in these world again! I have been missing them so much! I have been missing Brazil so much... <br /><br />I miss my dogs, my house, my beautiful city with its beautiful and warm weather during most part of the year. I miss to drive. I miss brazilian barbecue, mandioca,vinagrete, rice and beans, guaraná antártica, fresh fruit juices, pastel frito, salgadinhos and even traffic! It is very good to think I will go back to my nornal routine among my beloved people in one month..<br /><br />In the other hand my heart gets sad when I think about saying good bye to Norway... I will miss bluebarry yogurt, brown cheese, kjotkakker and melksjokolade! I will definitly miss the joy of go trough 4 different and amazing seasons. I will miss leaving in a millenar city founded by vikings. I will miss Hald and the best teachers I have ever had. I will miss the amazing Norwegian landscape and most of all, I will miss the friends I got to know in these part of the globe. It is hard to say goodbye to them and Im already missing the ones I left in Trondheim almost 4 weeks ago. It is sad and painful to miss people but it means that I have some valuabe people around and that is a blessing! <br /><br />It is going to be a relief not having 3 languages in my mind anymore and being able to use the one that can express myself better - I cant wait to understand every single world people are saying around me without a huge concentration effort! In the other hand it is sad that the Norwegian language is not going to be a part of my daily life anymore and what I learned is gonna be placed somewhere in my brain and probabily forgotten trough the years. <br /><br />After 9 months I have realized that Norway could be home and I could be happy here. However, Norway is not home, for God has planted me in the tropical country called Brazil and I will live there until He calls me to somewhere else and to my real home with Him. <br /><br />Now, what I can do is to tank Him for the chance He gave me in another culture because this year was magical and the most extraordinary year I have ever lived so far. But is about to end now and I have to move to next step in my Earthly life. <br /><br />While I wait for the moment to say good bye to Norway, I listen to my delicious Bossa Nova songs, the kind of music that says so much about this beautiful tropical and complex country I was born and makes me feel like dancing in a warm beach!<br /><br />Norway, I will miss you!<br />Brasil, eu te amo!!!!!Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-60561779084949394742010-05-02T10:07:00.000-07:002010-05-04T08:11:34.826-07:00Somethings I have learned about Norway so far...Talking about my conturbed cross cultural experience to my Hald friend Kristina, I admited how far I am to say that I am adapted to the Norwegian culture, but, in the other hand, how much I have learned about Norway in the past 9 months. <br />The truth is that I have been struggling with cultural shock during my intire time in Norway and was not humble enough to admit it once I wanted to believe that I was super women enough to face a first abroad experience with any kind of misunderstandings :)<br />But in fact, I have been loving and hating Norway at the same time and now I see that the reason is that my very "not-used to another culture" mind was not prepared to face so many differences for such a long time at once. Hopefully, according to Kristina, in the next time I decide to spend some time away from Brazil, it is gonna be easier, becaue my mind will be prepared after a previous experience. But of course, I have to be humble to accept that in a new culture, I am indeed a child and it requires some time to grow up and to understand why people are behaving in such a different way then the one I am used to.<br /><br />I was also telling this good friend that Im a little frustrated to leave Norway in the moment I started to understand the cultural codes and the Norwegian language and the wise Kristina gave me a very good advice: she suggested me to write about what I have learned about Norway so far, to make my life easier if someday I end up in this country again.<br /> <br />Even though I dont have any clue if I will come back to Norway I decided to accept the suggestion because it helps me to organize some of the things that have been in my mind for the last months. I will start in this post, but probabilly continue in after posts in the following days or months. And this is because Norway had became relevant in my life afterwall and I can not express my gratitude for this experience. Hopefully, I will be able to share part of it in a constructive way in my own context... lets wait and see!<br /><br /><br />So, here we go:<br />Norwegians in general are really concerned about equality, this is a common value: "dignity for all", which means that there are no people making hard work and being less payed because of that and there are no people to wash our clothes, dishes or houses. Everybody has to do what is necessary and if that means cleaning, everybody helps and the responsabilities are shared.<br />This equality is also econonomical, in the country considered as the best place to leave in the world, the resources are shared among the population and is not good to earn much more then the others. Derfor people would rather burn their houses or cars instead of boasting themselves about their well faire. I think this goes on the oposite way in the brazilian context.<br />The equality between the gender is also very important and respected. Men are still being more reconized in public functions, but is getting better each day more. In the Norwegian Parliament there are 10 male ministers and 10 female. <br />In the domestic life, men should help to keep the house cleaned and organized and also to raise up the children. In of of the kindergartens I have worked there was this guy who had taken the year off his job to take care of the two year old child. The mother had done the same thing in the year before.<br />Derfor women have a very active voice and are respected as men are. This is something I will miss for sure. Never in my intire life I felt so free to be a women and not pretend Im fragile because of that.<br /><br />This lead to another very Norwegian way of life: what is pratical and objective comes first than the desire to pleasure the other person. Im not saying that people are rude up here, it is just that they wont bother thinking about a polite or nice way to say something just to pleasure the one listening. They will offen say what is needed and what is truth, even if is not the truth that the other one wants to listen.Example: I bought some very childish plates for my best friend birthday in order to have fun and create a relaxed atmosphere. However, with my brazilian way of thinking I asked him if it was too childwish. I knew it was, but I wanted him to say that it was ok, that he didnt bother. However, what he said was: "Yes, it is, if you asked I think you wanted me to be honest." hahahhaha<br /><br />Another topic is that Norwegians really respect the time and the other people time, which means that they are ponctual for work, but also in social activities. Of course they can be late, but, if it happens, the expected is to send at least an sms to the other person leting he knows how the late the second person is gonna be. And is not so good if is more then 15 minutes. <br /><br />Another very important aspect to understand the Norwegian culture is called Janteloven. It is not "allowed" to believe in yourself and even less to say it aloud if you do. Spending a weekend with another friend and talking to her parents about something I think she is really good in, I realized that they had the oposite atitude that my parents would have if someone had make a compliment to me. In instead of getting proud and start saiyng that they know their daughter is clever, they were giving excuses for her exit while she was blushing because of my compliments.<br />Stupid Erica...ok, maybe it is not gonna happen a second time :)Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-20048892373049085172010-04-17T07:46:00.000-07:002010-04-17T07:53:25.337-07:00I begynnelsen var Ordet.<em>Av <blockquote><a href="http://meg_eli.blogspot.com/">Eli Bakken Idland</a> </blockquote> <br /><br />"Det henger en engel på døra inn til rommet mitt. Med lilla kjole med hvite blonder, gullvinger, brunt krøllete hår og en trompet av gull. Den henger i en hestesko. Jeg tror jeg fikk den da jeg kom på 2. eller 3. plass i en tegnekonkurranse på barneskolen. I dag hadde det kanskje ikke vært politisk korrekt å gi en engel til en barneskoleelev. Men i den tida, da lærerne sang Jesus spør om du er tøff nok og både ba og forklarte fader vår sammen med oss, var det ingen som reagerte om jeg fikk en engel. <br /><br />Tegningen henger ennå på barneskolen. Innrammet og fin. Ikke den vakreste tegningen kanskje, men ideen var visstnok god. En familie på 4 som ønsket noen innvandrere hjertelig velkommen til kommunen. "Gjesdal - et godt sted å bo" tror jeg var temaet. Kanskje visste jeg allerede da hva som en dag ville engasjere meg..<br /><br />Engelen må ha hengt der siden første natten jeg lå gråtende i senga på mitt nye rom i kjelleren. I dag så jeg på den. Tror det er lenge siden jeg har tenkt på den.<br /><br />Men i dag da jeg ba lette øynene min etter noe å se på. Som om de savnet noe fra den ortodokse kirka de skilte seg fra for over tusen år siden. Savnet et bilde å feste blikket på som ikke var en sydenkarikaturtegning av meg eller min bror. Da så jeg den. Engelen. Og jeg kjente på en stor fred inni meg, som om Guds kjærlighet fylte meg gjennom denne engelen. <br /><br />Gud beskytter meg og passer på meg. Jeg har virkelig englevakt.</em>"Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-90721936217850260012010-04-12T17:54:00.000-07:002010-04-12T18:13:28.134-07:00Eu vou sentir saudades de vocês...Aos meus queridos amigos brasileiros eu traduzo a carta que escrevi no último post <em>aos meus amigos noruegueses:</em><br /><br /><em>Eu só queria dizer que me regozijo na Noruega, um país tão inspirador, pois os noruegueses me ensinaram tanto! <br /><br />Eu sinto muitas saudades do Brasil agora, mas me entristece saber que vou sentir tantas saudades da Noruega quando eu voltar pra lá...<br /><br />Eu sempre vou escrever sobre a Noruega porque eu não quero esquecer esse lugar! Eu quero me lembrar de tudo... da paisagem, da comida, do clima (principalmente durante a primavera) e das pessoas!<br /><br />Obrigada por tudo, pessoal! Mal posso esperar por encontrá-los na Eternidade!</em><br /><br /><br />Gente, preciso de uma pausa de blog agora... um dia talvez eu volte, talvez não. Mas foi muito bom ter esse espacinho aqui pra compartilhar com vcs o que eu estava vivendo desse lado de cá do planeta Terra. Os comentários calorosos e brasileiríssimos de vcs me ajudaram mais do que imaginam! Obrigada pela paciência e pela boa-vontade!<br /><br />Abraços apertadíssimos a todos os meus leitores (tanto aos visíveis como aos invisíveis, hihi) e podem me esperar que eu to chegando!!! <br /><br />Amo a gente!Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-46369247619033313022010-04-11T16:03:00.000-07:002010-04-11T19:35:32.166-07:00Jeg kommer til å savne dere!Til mine norske venner,<br /><br />Jeg vil bare si at jeg er kjempeglad i Norge og jeg synes at det er et veldig inspirerende land. <br /><br />Også norske folk har lært meg om masse... <br /><br />...Jeg savner Brasil nå, men, jeg er litt trist da jeg tenker jeg vil savner Norge så mye... <br /><br /> ..jeg vil alltid skrive om Norge fordi at jeg vil ikke glemme her, nei! Jeg vil huske alt... landskap, og været (spesielt våren), maten og folkene til evighet! <br /><br />Takk for alt sammen, alle sammen! Gleder meg til å treffes dere i Evighetlivet! <br /><br />:)<br /><br />Ps: Nå jeg vil fått en kommentaren fra alle norske som lese på det skrivet - på portugisisk, selvfølgelig :PErica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-30622684219373899982010-04-08T13:09:00.000-07:002010-04-21T06:48:41.609-07:00Norsk mat<em>bronost</em><br />Queijo marron - Feito de leite de cabra. Tem um gosto meio adocicado e combina muito bem com pão e geléia (na minha opinião). Comida típica da Escandinávia que vai me fazer falta!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiTGc0T48NlIqgaMvcaCy4RJqPijvMw_nHT78_kNiZVXq6B5Vu1tbG3tNUHyiK_WAoMiUpPRTFBB3p39p-LOlwZbDwx-U7nn40KTCeDttNfpz7iKQX5ajCJTa7AAfiBMaZT6MNlK21Z0g/s1600/bronost.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiTGc0T48NlIqgaMvcaCy4RJqPijvMw_nHT78_kNiZVXq6B5Vu1tbG3tNUHyiK_WAoMiUpPRTFBB3p39p-LOlwZbDwx-U7nn40KTCeDttNfpz7iKQX5ajCJTa7AAfiBMaZT6MNlK21Z0g/s400/bronost.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453040021849929906" /></a><br /><br />Bronost com o cortador de queijo inventado na Noruga e um típico café da manhã norueguês: pão integral + bronost + geléia + picles + leite + manteiga<br /><br /><br />Risgrøt med krem<br /><br />Mingau de arroz com creme: sobremesa apreciada tradicionalmente na noite de Natal, o mingau de arroz que também pode ser servido como refeição princiapal é preparado com creme e servido com molho vermelho de morango ou outras frutas. Gosto muito suave, quase não se percebe o sabor adocicado sem o molho vermelho. Nhami nhami!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0cU7YzM_per1AGh6oR_0-8ndIm-CO7iHZAyQpHQJgUarM1T1-x8EA6hJhWApYXPZ7c8ohAKnEW0O1fECSq8mkfWy_vvoU1_REgeghuWGmw30nhsdQARNNdMw0UqLh5i9WFcR3vXTolhc/s1600/risgr%C3%B8t.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0cU7YzM_per1AGh6oR_0-8ndIm-CO7iHZAyQpHQJgUarM1T1-x8EA6hJhWApYXPZ7c8ohAKnEW0O1fECSq8mkfWy_vvoU1_REgeghuWGmw30nhsdQARNNdMw0UqLh5i9WFcR3vXTolhc/s400/risgr%C3%B8t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453042092441761058" /></a><br /><br /><br />Melkesjokolade<br /><br />Chocolate ao leite...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJUzbYdzzwmFF_8tmik3dnVI9dHoXbdHPSUJWUybC-7KV9sbuCKIV74KFktyPJJV6s5U4mJ8LbRhyphenhyphen97CeMBcbTMvycf52qD1g9LTrQ6EZPBYiDPHun9P3SyOAEi5A-g1R5vP2URKlOrfg/s1600/melk+sjokollade.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJUzbYdzzwmFF_8tmik3dnVI9dHoXbdHPSUJWUybC-7KV9sbuCKIV74KFktyPJJV6s5U4mJ8LbRhyphenhyphen97CeMBcbTMvycf52qD1g9LTrQ6EZPBYiDPHun9P3SyOAEi5A-g1R5vP2URKlOrfg/s400/melk+sjokollade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453047627542447074" /></a><br /><br />Kjottkakker med poteter og brun saus: bolo de carne com batatas e molho marrom. Nhami nhami again!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGC6iIXaZuUvRYAC9MiBaI4P11Wr3JDK25NOFYpmq4V3kSE0pi0YiOCwwQUUpMSCe0ga6B_S99ihPjVKT06fuc6Vz5N4DgFGNbRPQnZOhjYDcrkuAGVeezBl5HVluEB_vfAgCOFonDkAU/s1600/IMG_1769.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGC6iIXaZuUvRYAC9MiBaI4P11Wr3JDK25NOFYpmq4V3kSE0pi0YiOCwwQUUpMSCe0ga6B_S99ihPjVKT06fuc6Vz5N4DgFGNbRPQnZOhjYDcrkuAGVeezBl5HVluEB_vfAgCOFonDkAU/s400/IMG_1769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457860323401300514" /></a><br /><br />Pra terminar, um exemplo de comidas que podem ser compradas prontas no supermercados e contra minhas expectativas céticas são deliciosas. Esse tipo de comida diz muito sobre o estilo de vida norueguês: sempre correndo :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Jj49d2ZPr0zPCMPmOuMiuBsaCgwbxbVXwNQe3s393Mo-eJ3vhOHUfHJaqZ7i1RE1qksYKu1frjLNBqE66KtIC4LR4-8FgBNi-HxeNqo73r5U_GjkZW2Q968E3zdbIr0jVxdAEKy6imQ/s1600/IMG_2018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Jj49d2ZPr0zPCMPmOuMiuBsaCgwbxbVXwNQe3s393Mo-eJ3vhOHUfHJaqZ7i1RE1qksYKu1frjLNBqE66KtIC4LR4-8FgBNi-HxeNqo73r5U_GjkZW2Q968E3zdbIr0jVxdAEKy6imQ/s400/IMG_2018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457861212468342050" /></a>Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-16608419821268961182010-04-05T10:20:00.000-07:002010-04-05T10:36:47.501-07:00<em>Sete e meia da noite e o sol brilha como se fossem cinco e meia da tarde. Os pássaros cantam, as pessoas passam mais tempo fora de casa, quase já não se vê neve, a temperatura está em torno de 15 graus. Hoje, ousei sair de casa usando apenas uma suéter de lã...nada de casacos, lã por baixo da calça, luvas ou gorros. Que alívio! Parafraseando um alimgo alemão: "É como se a ressurreição de Cristo comemorada na Páscoa também estivesse refletida na Natureza, pelo menos na Europa." Eu também sinto como se algo estivesse ressurgindo dentro de mim. Uma tranquilidade, uma alegria e uma gratidão imensa por cada dia em que o sol tem brilhado e me aquecido a ponto de eu escancarar as janelas de casa e desligar os aquecedores! As árvores secas começam a brotar e as ruas estão cada vez mais movimentadas. O relógio anda cada vez mais rápido me lembrando que está muito próximo o momento de dizer adeus. Tento não me deixar abater pela dor da despedida ao pensar na alegria do re-encontro. Mas sinto como se algo tivesse sido divido permanentemente dentro de mim...</em>Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-72441452672061192922010-04-04T08:00:00.000-07:002010-04-05T09:57:33.821-07:00Uma manhã especial...<em>"No primeiro dia da semana, de manhãzinha, algumas mulheres foram ao sepulcro. Ao chegarem lá, notaram que a pedra que guardava a entrada do local em que Jesus fora sepultado, havia sido removida e ao entrarem, não encontraram o corpo do Senhor! Ficaram perplexas e não sabiam o que fazer, quando de repente, dois homens com roupas tão brilhantes quanto o sol apareceram ao lado delas. As mulheres sentiram medo e baixaram o rosto ao chão, os homéns porém, disseram: Por que vocês estão procurando entre os mortos aquele que vive? Ele não está mais aqui! Ressuscitou! Lembrem-se do que Ele lhes disse na Galiléia, "É necessário que eu seja entregue nas mãos de homens pecadores, seja crucificado e ressuscite no terceiro dia." Então as mulheres se lembraram das palavras de Jesus. Quando voltaram do sepulcro contaram isso aos discípulos e aos outros seguidores de Jesus. Mas eles não acreditaram nelas, pois o que lhes diziam parecia loucura! Mas, Pedro correu até o sepulcro, viu apenas as faixas de linho que enfaixavam o corpo de Jesus e voltou admirado com o que acontecera..." <br />Lucas 24:1-12</em><br /><br />Feliz Páscoa! God Påske!Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-75303271150561784142010-03-30T01:05:00.000-07:002010-03-30T01:10:48.246-07:00Vår...<em>Meu coração está finalmente tranquilo e sereno... O canto dos pássaros lá fora me traz a incrível sensação de estar em casa. Gradativamente a neve está desaparecendo e é com um misto de nostalgia e alívio que me despeço dela. Nostalgia porque me lembro que eu também partirei em breve e no próximo inverno eu não estarei aqui pra fazer "guerras de neve", anjinhos ou escorregar morro abaixo... Alívio porque as ruas estão menos escorregadias e a temperatura está subindo, indicando que um dos invernos mais rigorosos dos últimos anos chegou ao fim...</em>Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-48344403742248720672010-03-24T14:23:00.000-07:002010-03-24T16:11:35.470-07:00Frases memoráveisResolvi recomeçar a sessão frases memoráveis, agora em norueguês, português e inglês!<br /><br />Erica says: My parents wanted to call me "Marissol", but when I was born they realized I was to dark to have a name like that.<br />Jan says: So, should you be called "Solelua"?<br /><br /><br />Gerente do Jardim de Infância depois de três meses sem me ver:<br /><br />Du forstå når jeg snakker norsk nå!<br />(Vc entende quando eu falo norueguês agora!)<br /><br />Erica sier:<br />Ja, men ikke altid (Sim, mas nem sempre)<br /><br />Ela me responde:<br />Ja, men det forstå jeg, det er mange ord! (Sim, eu compreendo, mas são muitas palavras!)<br /><br /><br />Erica recebendo convidados para o jantar pergunta se eles estão com sede e os dois respondem SIM!<br /><br />Erica pergunta:<br />Por que vcs não disseram nada antes?<br />Andre responde:<br />É um tabu social. Se você me pergunta eu posso dizer que sim, mas se vc não oferecer e eu pedir, é como se eu estivesse me senindo em casa, entende?Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-65884367170467900852010-03-24T14:13:00.000-07:002010-03-24T14:22:56.126-07:00Blessed be this language...Blessed be this language that open peoples hearts! <br /><br />Eu estou longe de falar norueguês fluentemene e a minha pronúncia está há anos-luz do ideal, mas é muito gostoso perceber que o simples fato de eu tentar é suficiente pra que as pessoas admirem e baixem um pouquinho mais a guarda pra essa estrangeira que vos escreve...<br /><br />Life is good, even though it sucks sometimes and Im happy on my behalf! <br /><br />Maybe I would have done somethings differetly if I had the chance, but I did the best I could at that moment, and that´s what really matters, ikke sant?<br /><br />God is good for loving us as we are and for making us better :)<br /><br />Having three languages in my mind for 7 months now is kinda of messing my brain, but its cool!<br /><br />Jeg er glad i Norge and Im stuck in the moment!<br /><br />Thats it!<br /><br />Para aqueles ineressados em entenderem o que se passa na minha cabeça ao escrever esse post, podem acessar a ferramenta de tradução ao lado :PErica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-50645339633801105852010-03-24T06:22:00.000-07:002010-03-24T14:07:56.457-07:00Joshua RadinBente, uma das meninas que mora comigo tem um gosto musical muito bom e por meio dela eu comecei a ouvir Joshua Radin, álbum Simple Times.<br /><br />Gente, é muito bom! Tem muito a ver com a fase que estou vivendo no momento: em busca da simplicidade, tentando reconhecer a minha pequenez nesse universo, extremamente grata pelas pessoas da minha vida e completamente apaixonada pelo namorado mais legal do mundo :)<br /><br />Resumindo: simplicidade + romance + melodia gostosa = Joshua Radin<br /><br />Vale a pena conferir:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4bH5Mn7kLs&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4bH5Mn7kLs&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-83577115960984290782010-03-21T05:55:00.000-07:002010-03-21T08:06:50.064-07:00Do inverno à primavera...<em>Meu coração ainda tenta aceitar e desfrutar da Graça ao mesmo tempo que aprende a olhar para as pessoas de forma mais graciosa e menos implacável. Ainda caindo na tentação de me culpar por cada erro que tenho consciência, mas agora consciente de que a Cruz já remiu de antemão cada um deles. <br />Agora começo a me conhecer por trás de cada máscara que aprendi a usar em 22 dois anos de vida, pois o objetivo é colocar a impostora pra fora. Estou aprendendo a ter misericórdia do ser frágil e assustado que enxergo e a dar graças pela forma como Ele me criou. Não é fácil. Mas ainda bem que eu não preciso fazer isso sozinha...<br />Estou imensamente grata pela aproximação da primavera.O sol me fez muito mais falta do que imaginei e meu corpo se regozija com uma temperatura mais amena que chega a ser quase um calor, apesar do frio ainda persistir. Hoje cheguei a tirar o casaco na volta da Igreja pra casa porque o sol tava quente demais. Foi gostoso sentir o frio enregelante ao mesmo tempo em que o sol me aquecia. Dois extremos experienciados ao mesmo tempo... <br />A primavera se aproxima timidamente, mas os pássaros já estão a par da proximidade dela, pois agora cantam como há três meses não cantavam. O silêncio começa a dar lugar a um burburinho de gente, de pássaros e de crianças, o que significa que a vida está voltando a existir fora das casas.<br />As ruas não estão tão vazias como antes, embora a paz e a quietude ainda persistam.</em>Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-41501737164111632452010-03-12T09:30:00.000-08:002010-03-12T09:36:39.919-08:00Go, learn, becomeDepois de passar uma semana lamentando o pouco que fiz pelo movimento estudantil norueguês é que a ficha caiu. No final, a única coisa que importa de verdade é o que eu me tornei. Isso, definitivamente é que vai ecoar na Eternidade. <br /><br />After spending a entire week feeling bad for being "helpless" in Laget, I realized that is not about what I´ve done, but about what I became. This is the only thing that matters in Eternal Life.Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-63374876191948502442010-03-11T14:07:00.000-08:002010-03-11T14:18:02.596-08:00Jeg er glad i degNa Noruega existem duas formas de as pessoas dizerem "Eu amo você". <br /><br />Jeg elsker deg - forma mais "profunda" geralmente utilizada entre marido e mulher ou também para descrever o amor que Deus sente por nós. <br /><br />Jeg er glad i deg - forma usada para amigos, significa literalmente "Eu me alegro em você." <br /><br />Eu gosto muito dessa expressão! Porque algumas vezes é tão difícil descrever em palavras os nossos sentimentos e a frase "Eu te amo" em certas ocasiões vezes soa clichê demais, embora seja algo muito bom de se dizer e ouvir quando é real. <br /><br />Mas, "eu me alegro em você" é algo muito bonito de se dizer e de se ouvir! E é muito bom dizer isso para as pessoas que nos fazem alegres! <br /><br />Portanto, à minha família, namorado e amigos queridos: "Jeg er glad i dere" (eu me alegro em vocês!)Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-44919349788525799292010-03-10T03:30:00.000-08:002010-03-11T00:23:30.208-08:00Era uma vez/ Once upon a time...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidSThM1d2koJpvOJxXirpOjh4p8uLZmSLDG-Zh4Kumas_ppkOQSQVIFOEnQe3ctlOCQ_JhtLuX4ejnXWeTbndwPVCKSeNxdC9E0jTqDuc75demfWQA1hoqJ-Cyjb4-EerMGbQs6rtoOM/s1600-h/modificada.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidSThM1d2koJpvOJxXirpOjh4p8uLZmSLDG-Zh4Kumas_ppkOQSQVIFOEnQe3ctlOCQ_JhtLuX4ejnXWeTbndwPVCKSeNxdC9E0jTqDuc75demfWQA1hoqJ-Cyjb4-EerMGbQs6rtoOM/s400/modificada.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446980681455000114" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjESSZtYEmm9B1gNd1SLpRIIcf9Jdnz2u35eTrNN5ofZDcZwqofOsc0wZaod1k1OoVHeFUEOyhr4k7rQrZQciQwx8hjD_COkEK0cK7Q7WcS_3hyphenhyphencfSiBQqpK2JzbhHbgpsXrZP7b96_oFg/s1600-h/IMG_1469.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjESSZtYEmm9B1gNd1SLpRIIcf9Jdnz2u35eTrNN5ofZDcZwqofOsc0wZaod1k1OoVHeFUEOyhr4k7rQrZQciQwx8hjD_COkEK0cK7Q7WcS_3hyphenhyphencfSiBQqpK2JzbhHbgpsXrZP7b96_oFg/s400/IMG_1469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446974824852235026" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDlZ3N2FOevKJaUag-7Lq3qAGMWENGxvmvv1OiCo1kABgzpsYOkSldIXHPXKQvx54Pfe3T8Y1v38YDMBHh_8P58A9C-nuoYzENnSMLvp4xWjzB8fRzjma9FwG9uLIBl7kkxLTeO8eBB4/s1600-h/IMG_1460.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDlZ3N2FOevKJaUag-7Lq3qAGMWENGxvmvv1OiCo1kABgzpsYOkSldIXHPXKQvx54Pfe3T8Y1v38YDMBHh_8P58A9C-nuoYzENnSMLvp4xWjzB8fRzjma9FwG9uLIBl7kkxLTeO8eBB4/s400/IMG_1460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446974817853781954" /></a><br /><br />Era uma vez uma brasileira, uma holandesa e dois noruegueses que se encontraram em uma linda cidade da Noruega para estudarem a bíblia juntos. E juntos eles crescem na fé, na comunhão, na caridade e na tolerância. E apesar das diferenças culturais, e apesar de nenhum deles ter o inglês como primeira língua e apesar das diferenças que podem separar os seres humanos, eles riem e se divertem e desfrutam de uma amizade muito gostosa que faz muito feliz essa brasileira que escreve!<br /><br />Once upon a time, one Brazilian, one Dutch and two Norwegians who found themselves in a beautiful city in Norway decided to meet to study the Bible together. And together they grow in faith, fellowship, charity and tolerance. And despite the cultural differences, and although none of them have English as their first language and despite any differences that may separate humans beings from each other, they laugh and have fun and enjoy a friendship that makes this Brazilian very happy!<br /><br />Takk for sist, kjære venner! Jeg er glad i dere :)Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919838059989204323.post-81447806033432681022010-03-10T03:14:00.000-08:002010-03-10T03:28:16.013-08:00Bendito seja esse povo...<em>"Por que não se lembram que o povo brasileiro é um povo hospitaleiro, que se<br />esforça para falar a língua dos turistas, gesticula e não mede esforços para<br />atendê-los bem?<br /><br /><br />É! O Brasil é um país abençoado de fato.<br /><br /><br />Bendito este povo, que sabe entender todos os sotaques.<br />Bendito esta terra, que oferece todos os tipos de climas para contentar toda gente.<br />Bendita seja, querida pátria chamada<br />Brasil!!"</em><br /><br />Autor desconhecido, mas eu assino embaixo!Erica Neveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06490052790403150546noreply@blogger.com1