Petit déjeuner à la maison, tous les trois. Puis Steve part à l’université en vélo. Jens travaille un peu et moi aussi (!). On mange un léger lunch, je me fais une tartine avec peanut butter et confiture. C’est vraiment américain et drôlement bon. Ensuite nous partons en vélo. Notre but est de retrouver la maison bleue. Jens a un des vélos de Steve (il en a deux) et moi le vélo de Linda. Steve nous a imprimé un plan du quartier, ici, l’université, un pont et les rues proches de l’Arboretum. Il fait beau mais froid. Nous nous arrêtons à un centre commercial, University Village. C’est très « branché », boutiques de mode, boutique pour équiper sa cuisine (avec tous les accessoires imaginables), petits restaurants, antiquités …
Puis nous passons un pont métallique et je crois que je m’en souviens un peu. Nous trouvons la boutique de vélo où Jens avait acheté un vélo d’occasion en 1986. A côté c’était Farsfars Is, une boutique de glace au nom norvégien (ou danois ou suédois). Farsfar veut dire grand-père paternel et is veut dire glace. Mais plus de Farsfars Is. La boutique de vélo est plus grande et Farsfars Is a disparu. Nous tournicotons un peu et nous trouvons la maison bleue. Elle n’a pas changé beaucoup, mais elle est peinte en bleu un peu plus gris que dans le temps. Les arbres ont grandi, elle est très à l’ombre et un peu sombre maintenant. Jens veut frapper, je ne suis pas chaude, chaude. Mais on le fait quand même. Mais il n’y a personne. Dire qu’on a vécu là trois mois d’avril à juin 1986.
Nous revenons par une grande côte. Ça monte, ça monte. Bon exercice, dit Jens.
Seattle parait être une ville sympathique, jeune et comme l’université est en ville beaucoup d’étudiants vivent en ville aussi. Nous passons sur un autre pont en rentrant et nous arrêtons pour regarder le «fjord». Les bateaux, beaucoup grands et à moteur, sont sous des abris sur l’eau. Certaines maisons paraissent flotter.
Nous rentrons, les vélos n’ont pas de porte-bagage ni de corbeille. Donc pour faire les courses nous repartons à pied à Whole Foods, le bon supermarché à 10 mn de la maison. C’est moi qui fais le diner ce soir: Salade, poireaux roulés au jambon, fromage et œufs au lait. Je ne trouve pas de caramel tout prêt comme j’utilise en Norvège.
C’est drôle de faire un repas dans une cuisine inconnue. Mais je trouve bien, sauf pour faire fonctionner le four. C’est tout électronique et il faut programmer la température … qui est en Fahrenheit. Je demande l’aide de Steve.
Bon petit diner mais le caramel fait maison est un peu faiblard.
Nous passons une bonne soirée tous les trois. Dommage que Linda ne soit pas avec nous.
Breakfast at home, the three of us. Steve leaves to bike to the university. Jens works and me too a little (!). We eat a light lunch; I make a sandwich with peanut butter and jam. This is truly American and very good. Then we go on bike. Our goal is to find the blue house. Jens has borrowed a bike from Steve (he has two) and I have Linda’s. Steve has printed a map of the area here, the university, one bridge and the streets near the Arboretum. The weather is nice but cold. We stop at a shopping center, University Village. It's very "cool", fashionable boutiques, boutique to outfit his kitchen (with all the accessories imaginable), small restaurants, antique ...
Then we cross a metallic bridge and I think I remember it a little. We find the bike shop where Jens bought a second hand bike in 1986. Besides there was Farsfars Is, an icecream shopwith a Norwegian (or Danish or Swedish) name. Farsfar means paternal grandfather and Is means ice. But no more Farsfars Is. The bike shop is bigger and Farsfars Is is gone. We try a few streets and we find the blue house. It has not changed much, but it is painted in a blue color which is a little grayer than in our time. The trees have grown; they make more shade and the house seems darker now. Jens wants to ring the bell, but I am not too hot to do it. But we do it anyway. But there is nobody. It is funny to think that we have lived there for three months from April to June 1986.
We come back by a very long hill. It goes up and up. Good exercise, says Jens.
Seattle seems to be a friendly town, and as the university is downtown there are a lot of students who live downtown too. We pass over another bridge and stop to look at the "fjord". The boats, many large motor boats, are in shelters on the water. Some houses appear to float.
We come home; the bikes have no luggage rack or basket. So for shopping we walk to Whole Foods, the good supermarket, 10 minutes from home. It is I who make dinner tonight: salad, leeks rolled with ham, cheese and custard. I can not find any ready caramel as I use in Norway.
It's funny to make a meal in an unknown kitchen. But I manage, except to operate the oven. It's all electronic and you have to program the temperature ... which is Fahrenheit. I ask Steve to help me with that.
Good little diner but the homemade caramel is a little weak.We spend a good evening the three of us. Too bad that Linda is not with us.
Then we cross a metallic bridge and I think I remember it a little. We find the bike shop where Jens bought a second hand bike in 1986. Besides there was Farsfars Is, an icecream shopwith a Norwegian (or Danish or Swedish) name. Farsfar means paternal grandfather and Is means ice. But no more Farsfars Is. The bike shop is bigger and Farsfars Is is gone. We try a few streets and we find the blue house. It has not changed much, but it is painted in a blue color which is a little grayer than in our time. The trees have grown; they make more shade and the house seems darker now. Jens wants to ring the bell, but I am not too hot to do it. But we do it anyway. But there is nobody. It is funny to think that we have lived there for three months from April to June 1986.
We come back by a very long hill. It goes up and up. Good exercise, says Jens.
Seattle seems to be a friendly town, and as the university is downtown there are a lot of students who live downtown too. We pass over another bridge and stop to look at the "fjord". The boats, many large motor boats, are in shelters on the water. Some houses appear to float.
We come home; the bikes have no luggage rack or basket. So for shopping we walk to Whole Foods, the good supermarket, 10 minutes from home. It is I who make dinner tonight: salad, leeks rolled with ham, cheese and custard. I can not find any ready caramel as I use in Norway.
It's funny to make a meal in an unknown kitchen. But I manage, except to operate the oven. It's all electronic and you have to program the temperature ... which is Fahrenheit. I ask Steve to help me with that.
Good little diner but the homemade caramel is a little weak.We spend a good evening the three of us. Too bad that Linda is not with us.
La maison bleue
The blue house
La maison bleue
The blue house
Le "fjord"
Les abris à bateaux
The boats garages
Les maisons qui flottent
The floating houses
Monnaie du pape
Judas penger
Lunaria
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