Pretty sure I had an elderly lady in church today who wanted to be my surrogate grandma. She kept offering me coffee with my bars. (Say it with me, Lutherans, bars.) Then I dropped a little Norwegian into the conversation. As Norwegian as we all are, it’s hard to find anyone under the age of 70 who can speak the Norsk language. She was thrilled that the old country was still alive in me*.
Speaking of which, I’ve added a page to help you converse with the native speakers here.
*If you knew what I looked like you’d know how ironic this statement is.