Skrik

Last night was… wait for it, lovely.

I was told repeatedly that at the *sign* of summer (not start, since that may never officially happen), Norwegians will grill. Everything. So that is what we did. I found it funny how they ate their hotdogs, on what looked like tortilla rolls instead of buns. Probably healthier though.
Ane’s friends were all very interesting, kindly conversing in fluent English for me to keep up. One of the guys, Knut, had just spent a year living in Jerusalem and told some great stories, in an American accent no less. Another friend was so enthusiastic about everything; she’s an amazing cello player and was ecstatic about the idea of me living in a place like ‘the Pirates of the Caribbean movie!!’

We tried to make our own cotton candy and epically failed. So instead watched the end of the Opening Ceremony performance, which besides from J K Rowling and Mr. Bean I was perplexed over the extravagance and how it related to the ideals behind the Olympics. Watched the countries come in with their flags up to (you guessed it) Cayman Islands!

Today has rained. Heidi and I ventured out though. Experiencing it all right? We went to what at first I thought was a ‘monk’ museum, but in actual fact it was the Munch Museum, a particular art summer art exhibition of the painting Puberty.  Even got to The Scream (Skrik), the only painting which if I’m honest I recognised. Some of it was really exquisite, so many colours and interesting stories. Others I didn’t think Edvard would have even managed to pass the Higher Level Art in the IB with. But then, what do I know?

Home again, where Heidi’s parents have arrived. After hearing some intense mountain-man stories of Jan chopping wood from 40 metre trees (a strange hobby), and comparing tan lines (he wins),Heidi and I are getting to work on some Thai soup she’s excited to make.

Lots of Love,
Mye Kjærlighet

Abi

 Vigeland Statue

 If I lived 100 years ago, I would have obviously been his model.

 Heidi gets artsy.

 Royal Palace, under construction

 Made me smile :)

 Rhysssssss.

 Opera House

 Henrik Ibsen statue, writer of the Dollhouse, in front of the National Theatre.

Heidi! :D