Happy New Year from the top of the map

 

Last year faded out in the shape of massive oil torches on the mountain...

 

...and at 00:00 the numbers of the new year reappeared on the same mountain, along with fantastic fireworks. It was great, we all had a fab new years eve in minus 11 degrees, which is a lot along the coast.

 

Eight grown ups and seven children celebrated together. It was kind of loud and chaotic, but we all had a blast with roasted turkey and wonderful wine. And sparkles.

 

We had the traditional round of the table for new years resolutions, where no one remembers the ones they had last year. I don't really have a thing for resolutions, but this time mine are:

* Learn how to crochet
* Climb some mountain tops

I try to avoid the "do more" - resolutions. Makes you just feel inadequate after a while.

I wish everyone a happy new year, and to all women out there - don't try to much.