I slowly wrote this over the span of a couple months...
One thing I’ve noticed since coming here is that every expat
I’ve met is out to have a good time. Despite work and relationships and
whatnot, every one is determined to live the good life. That Voss trip I
mentioned in the last blog – probably about 10 people total, two were
travelers, one was Norwegian, seven expats.
Soon after the Voss weekend was the weekend birthday
celebration for Lydia! Rather than your run-of-the-mill party, she coordinated
a weekend of surfing at Bore Stand in southern Norway. She rallied the troops,
booked a couple beach cabins, and we were off!
Lydia is a jack of all trades, one of which is surfing. She
is a surf instructor on a few trips throughout the year in California and
Nicaragua. So the birthday girl herself was the coach for all of us
first-timers. I was by no means
your typical California girl in this situation for I have never surfed and not
even spent much time in the ocean. I took a while to get comfortable in the water
and then spent much of my time carelessly flopping around in the waves, livin’
the dream. Wearing such a thick wetsuit is so liberating – I’ve never been so
un-cold in the ocean before!
We spent the entire first day “surfing,” but in my situation
was sort of just paddling around, bodyboarding a wave as I fumbled around on
the board. No way did I even get close to standing up but hot damn did I have
so much fun. To round off the tiring day, we had a super American meal and a
mega relax session. Solid day shredding the gnar and grubbing hella hard (I’m
on the plane from Oslo to Newark at the time I am writing this bit, no
functioning entertainment system on this puppy, so I’m writing a bit and
practicing my rusty American/Californian lingo).
The following day, Lydia, Fi, and I were up and at ‘em early
in the morning. The ground was still frosted, the beach was EMPTY, and we were
ready for a second day of hangin’ ten. Again, this day I was absolutely
hopeless on the surfboard but I had a previously unprecedented amount of fun. Too
much fun, some may say.
I should describe this beach, too. It’s worthy. You would
NEVER expect such a place in Norway – long, long sandy beach backed by a flat,
grassy landscape leading up to gentle, furry hills. And in the break, there
were no rocks on the bottom! Perfectly sandy, no worries of stepping or falling
on a nasty rock under the waves. It was the beach of dreams! And all the while,
we had clear blue skies and just the right amount of wind.
All in all, an excellent weekend and a perfect celebration
of Lydia’s birth.
Soon after that, I forced Fi to go on a day trip with me
that I bet she doesn’t regret. Nor do I. It was a rather dismal day but the
fall colors were callin’ to me. Without much of a clue, we headed out in the general
direction of Sognefjord. We drove some insanely beautiful roads, one of which
was a tiny, one-way, hairpin after hairpin descent into a deep fjord valley.
With big waterfalls on each side. Not bad! At the bottom, we opted to park and
walk to the bottom of one of the falls…safe to say I’ll be going back someday –
gorgeous stuff, I tell ya!
From there we continued on to Nærøyfjord, which was nearly
annoying because it was so dang perfect. I’m talking picturesque fall colors
lining steep walls of a perfect fjord, topped off with perfectly still water
with a perfect reflection. So pretty, it was nauseating. I don’t understand why
more visitors don’t come here in the off-season…
With determination, we went farther to reach Flåm and
Aurlandsfjord because I was dead set on driving up a fancy road to a fancy
overlook there. The fall colors made everything so extra stunning! People,
don’t waste your time with the East Coast, git on over to Norway for the
turning leaves!
It was a long day spent in the car, but well worth the
solitude and scenery we found.
The most notable event to follow this was my trip to
Croatia, which was so incredible that it calls for its own
blog…next…eventually.
Upon returning, the good times kept on rollin’ as I spent a
weekend up at Voss with my neighborfriend Marie. Her family has been there for
decades and owns a lot of property, including some entire mountains. They have many
cabins scattered across their property and we were able to stay in the main
house where her mother actually grew up.
We spent much of our time being cozy
and getting reading/writing/relaxing done but we did take the time to walk up
the mountain behind the house, which turned out to be quite an adventure. For
the most part, there wasn’t much of a trail and it was quite snowy, so we just
went UP. Mountains are pretty steep, right? Right. Yet we just went up up up.
Many moments required hands and knees and actually posed a risk of tumbling
long distances if we were to lose our footing. Worry not though, we made
it.
At the top of the mountain is a very remote cabin of theirs.
Unluckily for us, the electricity and water were off for the winter so inside
provided no shelter from the cold. We attempted to light a fire and warm some
water but the sun was setting faster than the snow would melt in the kettle -
we had to abandon ship to get back before dark.
Heading down was wild! Time was
running out and everything seemed steeper going downmountain…so we literally
slid our way down on our butts. SO fun and SO much faster than going up. But I
bet we looked like belligerent fools.
To continue with the expat birthday season, the following
weekend we celebrated the birth of my Croatia-partner-in-chaos, Sarah, with a crazy
wig party and a night of dancing.
She received the first snow of the year as her birthday present from the
Norse gods!
Soon to follow was the treasured American holiday of
Halloween. Yes, they celebrate it elsewhere in the world, surely, but not like
America. The US takes Halloweening seriously compared to other countries. Norway
has just begun to acknowledge it these past few years. Eric, my most wonderful
American brotherfriend in Bergen, is a diehard Halloweener and made a point to
celebrate this year with a party. Since Norwegians are new to the concept,
costumes were not enforced, but at least one costume item was highly
encouraged. We had a marvelous time doing American things, including the
devilish game of flipcup. Fun night, indeed!
The following Friday, I thought I was being sneaky by
helping to coordinate a surprise birthday gathering for our fabulous Fiona
(great night, great success), but little did I know that the very next evening
I was to receive a surprise birthday party of my own!! Dream come true, I kid
you not. I’ve always wanted a surprise party so so badly, but that’s not really
something you can ask for. Eric planned it and surprised the heck out of me! In
Norway, I have many friends who had never met each other, yet he was able to
bring them all together for the party! Mariann even came from Oslo!!!!! That
rascal - I had been trying to meet up with her in Oslo that weekend because I
didn’t think anything would be going on…she had to make up a lie that she was
going on a coworker bonding trip in Stockholm to keep me from leaving Bergen.
Sly gal. Such a dreamy night though – I loved seeing all of my wonderful
friends under the same roof. Eric, if you’re reading this (which I’m 99.9% sure
you’re not), youuuu are the besssst. Love the heck outta ya.
Although my Oslo plans had been put on hold for the surprise
birthday party weekend of dreams, Mariann’s gift to me was a train ticket to
the lovely city to visit her. So that I did during the last weekend of
November. Mariann and I are ridiculous. I mean, I don’t even know where to
begin. We find the stupidest things hilarious and can easily crack up at
nothing together for a solid 5 minutes….then again about the same stupid thing
over and over and over for-basically-ever. We be all sorts of weird.
One of the highlights of the visit was the Oslo Christmas
market, where I loaded up on Norwegiany products for friends and family (I
swear I ended up smuggling nearly a whole reindeer worth of products back into
the US…big no no going through customs), where Mariann (the vegetarian) fell in
love with the sausage stand man (I sampled and purchased whale, horse,
reindeer, and all sorts of hybrid gross sausages in order to give Mariann a
chance to chat him up). We delighted in watching people ice skate around the
central rink while reindeer trotted past pulling a sleigh. Oh, Oslo. We also
spent an evening at a funky cool bar that hosts full-on opera performances
every Thursday for free! Beautiful!!! Another highlight was the Thanksgiving dinner
hosted and prepared by Mariann’s good friend, and fellow American, Andrew. It
was the ultimate American Thanksgiving shared with people of many different
cultures.
The last night of my visit, we ventured out into the
outskirts of Oslo in pursuit of a new friend’s birthday party. After 30 minutes
on the train, and about an hour lost wandering in the snow (during which we
shared the bottle of wine intended for the party…had to keep warm), we finally
found the party hall and it was delightful and movie-like, full of my pal’s
good friends and family coming together to celebrate a lovely young lady.
Afterward, Marz and I headed out into
the Oslo nightlife and ended up meeting a group of goofy guys from Trondheim
with whom we put on the funniest dance show up on an empty stage in front of
the whole bar. Safe to say the whooole crowd started dancing, too. You’re
welcome, Mono Bar. Easily the funnest night of dancing I have experienced in
Norway.
After parting with Mariann, I had one hour to spare before
my train departed for Bergen. Ian and Klara had JUST landed from their trip to
California, and they were suspiciously determined to meet up with me in the
city before I left. Liiiittle did I know that was because they wanted to tell
me in person that they were engaged!!!!! AHHH so exciting!!!!!! I love them two
and I am overjoyed at the fact they will be wed within the next year. Eg gleder
meg til å ferie bryllupsfesten din! (You get the point, Klara. Eg snakker ikkje
norsk....)
Soon after this trip, I went back to the States for
Christmas. Seeing as most of y’all reading this were in-the-know while I was
there, I will not likely write much on it. I will write a little bit though,
later, about the experience of coming back to America after such a long time abroad.
It was weird.
Most recently, I returned from a short weekend getaway with
friends to the Zachrisen’s rented cabin in the tiny mountain town of Maurseth.
My wonderful Aussie friend, Brendan will soon be returning to Melbourne to
continue his architecture education, so this trip was meant as an ultimate
Norwegian farewell. Brendan, his girlfriend Sandra, Eric, his girlfriend
Cecilie, and myself (our group known
as the only remaining members of The Honeybadgers), spent the weekend lounging,
sledding, strolling, and drooling over Leonardo DiCaprio. It was absolutely
wonderful to have a solid good weekend, with no agenda, and with wonderful friends.
Brendan and I, the youngest of the group and most foreign to snowy weather, set
out to build a snowman on the porch but it turned out to be a very sturdy
chair. A Chairman, maybe. It was just so nice to be outside in fresh powder and
good weather. Chendan, 99.9% sure you’re not reading this, as well, but I will
miss you heaps. Never forget, “Great Barrier Reef, have ye heard of it?”
And now, over a month after beginning this blog, I sit on a
plane en route to Venice. Watch out, Carnival, here comes Emilita. So my next
blog will be…eventually…and will most likely be about Croatia and all the
amazingness that that trip was. And America. And then some day I’ll get around
to recapping this Italy trip that is sure to be another emotional
rollercoaster/crazy fun time! Stay tuned – vi snakkes!!!
(Post-Italy note: very good times. My family is wonderful.)