Today, we went to an amazing place. It was a museum... of houses called the Norsk Folkemuseum. All the old houses from Norway come here so that people can still see, and remember them years later.
I saw houses from the 1950’s, the 1800’s and even as far back as the 13th century. I am not even sure what that means, but I know it is a long, long time ago. There were churches, barns, farms, a grocery store, a petrol station and many other wonderful places.
The Stave Church was my favourite building. It is a spooky old place. Some of the building dates back to the 1200’s. It has seen many changes over the centuries and other parts have been added or replaced over the years. It has a carving in strange letters, called runes that say “Kiss me, because I am so sad.” as well as other carvings of animals, heads and other things.
The farm was also very interesting. It is also very old and has been built to look the same as when it was owned by a farmer called Hallvor Jonsen in the mid 1700’s. Somebody told me that, today, it is inhabited by Trolls. I think that they hide from the people during the day, because I did not see any.
We walked for miles and miles around the museum. I was so tired that Rebeca had to carry me some of the way. She is so nice.
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.