God tur!

Yes. I am in Norway. That's the good news. The bad news is that I've discovered how spoiled I've been by the organization level of American universities, particularly by the resources I have access to when different schools are competing for my dollar. Since there are only 3 or 4 universities in Norway and all of them are free, basically the students here have no other option, and no one's working hard to keep them happy. All that to say, I have no internet access at the dorm and a phone on which I can only receive calls at the moment. Hopefully when I get my laptop back on Monday and can take advantage of wireless on campus, I will make a few more blips on here. For the moment, I'm running around like crazy trying to register for classes, establish legal residency and get the privileges that come with it (e.g., a bank account here and a student ID), and doing very silly things like finding out where the hooks that are supposed to be on the curtain rod in my dorm room went. Doesn't seem like things will slow down for a while, sorry. But you'll be the first to notice when they do.

I finally made it into town! I walked my little legs off today. Also, a little man from East Kenya bought me coffee. It was ... well, weird, but everything turned out okay. My pictures are now on Flickr. Next post from Norway ...? Maybe ...?

More cancelled flights today. Looks like I won't make it out until Tuesday. I had planned to explore more than I did today, but the lightning and my failure to pack an umbrella deterred me. That and the time I spent on the phone with my airline. Here's a second opportunity to try to post some pictures.

Here's where I slept on the couch on Monday:

And here we are at dinner:

(Don't you love blurry pictures? I owe all people who actually know how to take a picture my sincere apologies. )

Look how blissfully naive I look. If only I knew.

Here's the first hotel I stayed in. I was not a fan. Too fancy.

Here's the view from the hotel I'm now. I love trains. I used to live by the train tracks in Chicago, and I loved watching the commuters leave the station in the evenings and walk to their cars. We always knew a freight train was going by because it shook the apartment.

Here's the street in front of the hotel. The little market I've been buying all my food from always plays the perfect song, I don't know how. Yesterday they were playing Oasis (in case you forgot you're in England!), and today they were playing "Allison" by Elvis Costello.

And here I am, safe and sound and fiddling with my new webcam:

Tomorrow: Sight-seeing for real! I promise!