• Ett Stort Skritt: My Moon Landing Memory

    4 monthes ago - By Rick Steves

    Fifty years ago today, I was a gangly 14-year-old, in Europe for the first time. I'd been dragged to the Old Country by a conspiracy of grandparents and parents solely to visit Norwegian relatives. I hadn't wanted to go, and I'd arrived with a bad attitude. It was teen culture-shock: No Fanta. No hamburgers. But after a few days, I was wild about Solo and addicted to pølser wieners.
    I watched the Apollo moon landing with my cousins, sitting on the living room floor of the house where my great-great-grandmother was born. And as I heard them translate Neil Armstrong's words (“ Ett lite...
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