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... for my father. I'm not sure he would have approved, he wasn't "churchy", but I did it anyway. From there we went back to pick up the girls. Berit was to keep us out of Kristian and Erna's hair while they prepared for Rhanghild's 18th Birthday party so we went back to her place to schmooze and snozze. We came back to the Østberg house that was slowly filling with family. Present at the party were: Erna's mother Grethe Sveen, sister Inger ...
Hello everyone! Hope you all had an awesome weekend. I know I did! Today marks my first full month in Europe. It seems like just last week I was at home. How time slips away so quickly!
Today, I spent much of the day doing homework, since time to do so later in the weekend was an unsure thing. At 5 o'clock ACN put together a Norwegian Culture Night for the students to learn about, well, Norwegian culture. It was ...
This is the name of the riding stable where Katrine went to riding camp. What a wonderful week she had. Not only was it her first ever sleep away camp, but it was all in Norwegian. Katrine had not ridden horses in two years, since we left Ethiopia (there we owned two horses, and Katrine had riding lessons each week). However, it was just like riding a bike, and soon Katrine was back in the saddle, and ...
... but still charming none the less,) a roof above to keep us dry in a summer shower, we get water for drinking and cooking from a tap by the house and we come inside for a shower every few days. Stine and Geir also regularly insist we join them for dinner. I am completely in awe of these two people, they have taken us under their wings like we are family - not two total strangers who turned up unexpected on their doorstep one Monday morning.
We are usually just out of ...
... But there was nothing that looked remotely like a business. No signs, not even a number on a gate. While Felix was knocking on the door I was sitting on a rock on the road still unable to stop my tears. Felix came back, no one was home and he knelt in front of me and buried his face in my lap. He was so still and silent. I though he too was crying, I was too terrified to ask or look, if Felix was crying I would have hit a low with no return, he is the only glimmer of ...