It's been a quiet few days since my return from Macedonia. I have travelled to school with Rebeca, visited her grandmother in Magyaralmás, learned to play a few more instruments and played in the snow (which has now all gone).
Csilla went away on vacation and left me behind, which made me a little bit sad until Rebeca told me that I was travelling with her to somewhere called Norway, which means the ‘The Way to the North‘ in English. Locally, however, it is called Norge and Noreg. All these countries speak different languages. It is very confusing for a little bear like me.
We had a nice plane ride to Oslo. It is just three degrees here and very cold. Snow in Oregon, snow in Hungary and it is so cold, we may have snow here too. I wish I was going somewhere warm!
Once we start travelling, I will share my adventures with you all….
I am a little lost bear. I have lost my owner, my friends, my home and my memory. I do have some cloudy memories of a little girl but I cannot see her face when I close my eyes. I cannot remember anything else about my life apart from that.
I think my name is Jumble. That was the name given to me by the old lady who found me.
I am trying to find my way back home using the postal service as a way to travel around the world.