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God tur!

Journeying beyond the Scandinavian countries.

Catching up a little

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

I've recently learned that I'm a very temperamental blogger. If my mood is even a little bit off (and by "off," I may even mean "on," given that I'm sometimes much too happy to write mundane things about my daily life which will be then read without my knowledge by who knows who), I can't bring myself to update, even if plenty of interesting things have been going on. Which they have. Unfortunately, my post-finals slump has begun, and all I can manage to do is knit and drink coffee and read novels and eat chocolate, so there you have it. I leave for home on Monday, and I'm pretty distracted by that prospect, as well. However, I realize I'm very much at risk of falling very much behind, so I will add some photos and maybe caption them. (Aren't you lucky?)

Quite obviously, a big, happy Thanksgiving table. Not everyone fits in the picture, but we had a good time. Also, turns out one of Lisa's friends used to live in my hallway and was, in fact, the bloke responsible for the Che Guevara picture, although not for the weird stringy things on either side of it.


Here's Lisa with our friend Francois, who we always thought was kind of a quiet guy at our weekly gatherings to watch trashy television, that is, until he decided to be the keeper of the wine and went around filling everyone's glasses and talking about his French blood and calling himself Jean.

Here I am. Tired.


Here we are at the annual Julemarked (Christmas Market) at the Oslo Folk Museum. There were lots of booths with food and handicrafts, as well as demonstrations of everything from lefse-making to beer brewing. Also, there were little kids dancing in national costumes. Gotta love that. All we needed was some snow...


There's a stave church at the folk museum. They moved it from somewhere else. Still pretty cool.
Here's Lisa again, this time with Wes, who's looking at me like I'm a little weird. She's eating a candied apple.

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