norway, my stupidly beautiful country
If you ask a norwegian what s/he is most proud of, you might find a usually quiet person prattling on endlessly about natural beauty. Waxing lyrically, this norwegian might go on and on and on and on (and ON) about snow, mountains, deep forests, long rivers, rolling farmland, dramatic coastline, the mad explosion of spring. Ad infinitum. Yawn.
I hear myself do it at times, I hear fellow countrymen do it at times, and it bores me. Often, the person on the other end of this probably does not understand the relationship norwegians have with nature (why would they!?), and it seems excessive. In a way it is.
Then, four intrepid friends from USA came over, to play and explore with L and me, and I got to see parts of my country with their eyes, as well as with my own. It is, as R said; stupidly beautiful.
She asked if I felt proud being connected to all that.
Not proud, exactly. But a wordless sense of being connected.
Pictures from the mountainous lollygag that brought this on here
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hahahahaaaa; oh how silly it is
’tis indeed.
I think “stupidly beautiful” is exactly right – but that’s only because I live in a place with a wonderful idiom.
“Well, shut my mouth,” a Texan (and sometimes a Southerner) will say, when confronted with some that’s sweet/disastrous/puzzling/beautiful beyond words.
It’s a colloquial way of saying, “I’m dumbstruck.”
And of course everyone knows another word for “dumb” is “stupid”.
So. Dumbstruck at a stupidly beautiful country.
Yep. :-)
Excellent logic! :-)
As we turned the corner (top pic) my american friend just burst out laughing; there was no more words left:
here is what we saw, so it became “the stupid place”.