Since the holiday fell on Sunday this year, the mostly native Spanish marching band was available in full-force. Tynan and Elena's 12-year-old daughter, Paula, plays oboe in the band (and in a classical orchestra). So, we couldn't possibly miss the parade.
Klikk på et bilde for å forstørre... which I hope means 'click any image to enlarge.' (If it doesn't, unnskyld — I beg your pardon.)
|A GREAT PHOTO OP OF SAN GERALDO LOST TO A GUST OF WIND.|
HE'S BEHIND THE FLAG.
|DESIGN VARIES DEPENDING ON REGION OF NORWAY.|
|THEY MARCHED BY GRADE FROM THE NORWEGIAN SCHOOL.|
THESE 6TH-GRADERS LOOKED LIKE TROUBLE (OR FUN).
|I FELT LIKE I WAS IN BERMUDA.|
|A GIFTED DRUMMER.|
|PERHAPS SOME NORWEGIAN IN HER GENES.|
|NORWAY MEETS HOLLYWOOD?|
|THEY CHANTED, "HIP HIP HOORAH!"|
|ON SAX AT FRONT, THE BAND'S LEADER.|
|CAN YOU SEE THE MUSIC?|
|BAND MEMBERS RANGE IN AGE FROM UNDER 10 TO OVER 70.|
|PAULA (FOREGROUND) AND FRIENDS.|
The band is brilliant and my videos are mediocre, so I'll end with the first "traditional Norwegian folk song" I ever heard.
San Geraldo's cousin Inger sang movingly to us during our first visit to Norway. When she finished, we asked what it meant. She explained that it's the story of a fisherman who rows out to find another fisherman in his favourite spot. So, he hits the other fisherman over the head with an oar and knocks him into the water. He then contentedly settles into fishing. Sweet.
Ed rodde meg ut (I rowed out).