Lutefisk

For those of you who are wondering, this little duck is still alive and kicking (especially her husband, when he takes the wrong direction.)

Seriously, we survived without succumbing to Wisconsin cheese orange (almost fluoro-color) light, and we have done through Michigan, with Ray Charles, taking a pot shot at us.

We are currently on the state of Minnesota, and when I say that I really think, "Oooh yah, vir go Minnesoota VAT is all about, eh? Zum Have Lutefisk, ja?"

The first thing you notice when you arrive in central Minnesota, is that it appears you have not just changed state, but came somewhere near the northern Europe. I literally expected to encounter hordes of Norths and pseudo-fjord when I crossed the border.
The local telephone directory gives you your first clue, with pages and pages of "Johannsen", "Eriksson," Hendricksdotters, "and" Svauffmauffwussensens. "
(OK, I made that last one, but I'm sure there's someone called it here, and they probably originated in the central city of Minnesota "embarrassment".)

Swedish emigration to the United States came about eighteen years after the Mayflower pilgrims. However, history has it that instead of joining the Puritans groovy for the Thanksgiving holiday (and the subsequent slaughter of indigenous peoples), they chose to create their own shops in some of strudel Midwest.

Minnesota is proudly called "State of 10,000" Lakes. "It rained almost 24 / 7 during our trip, so I think now is called" State of 10,000 Lakes, and probably some thousands of puddles and mud. "

There are many intriguing and exciting things to see and do in Minnesota. The first thing on our list was to find the famous "Great ball of twine, located in the picturesque township of Darwin. A young boy named Francis inventive Johnson, decided one day that could be a new idea for Wrap in a ball of string, so that's exactly what he did. He wrapped twine four hours a day for thirty-nine years.

I would say that Mr. Johnson had a smile on his deathbed, knowing that he had led a full and productive life.

Anyway, we managed to find this oversized toy cat. It is located near the center of the city, in an elegant pavilion. ("Style" of Darwin, means it is not falling.) Stationed beside him was a large sign alerting us to the fact that the honor of the ball, there's a festival every year called " Twine Ball Days. "
This annual event includes lots of dancing, drinking and good food. All this to honor a local man, who simply do not have anything close to resembling a life.

Looking closer, I happened to see that the "S" on the word "days" had been physically scratched with what looked like a nail person. I asked a passerby why this was so. She looked at me gravely, and went on to explain that if "Twine Ball Days" Darwin is an institution, they have difficulty in obtaining the figures to justify a case for two days. Thus, the local gardener was invited to change.
It seems that if Darwin has an abundance of channels, they need to possibly reorganize a little paint.

Well (or should I say Ooooh ja), Minnesota is still a nest of asking for miracles.
I was surprised to learn that my great-aunt Vera had been labeled one of the mascots of the state - the common loon.
The fact that the good people of Minnesota have voted in a pound 300 in the world wrestling champion as governor, also gave me an adequate breaks.
Mr. Ventura no longer holds this position, but he uses his experience to continue his community service. I have it on good authority that he now local referees "dwarf throwing" competition in the booming city of north.