Just for the paper work we had to go back to Oslo, Norway for two weeks this summer. Jet lagged and jet lagged and jet lagged all over again. I hate it. But it was nice to see friends and family again. And you kind of really appreciate your home town when not living there anymore.. The weather was back and forth, as usual – nothing has changed and the inhabitants were still complaining about it, but we got some really nice days. On the bright side, I got to be a tourist in my own home town as my mother dragged me around in her relentlessly walking habit. OMG this city is changing!! Continue reading
When being in my early teens we were bored and walking relentlessly the streets in the suburbs of Oslo. In the fall there were apples and plums on the trees and they were apparently not being eaten. Or so it appeared for us. For a thrill we entered the gardens and picked the fruit. In Norwegian it is called going on “slang” – to scrump. It is the same as stealing, but there were no other consequences than that the owner of the garden would yell at you if got caught.
Being an expat in California calls for a whole lot of new experiences. A new life, a new house, a new way of doing (normal) things. Luckily enough we ended up (after a quite thrilling search for housing in the (really expensive) Palo Alto area) with a landlord from Hong Kong. With the knowing of the difficulties of being an alien in the US, he is there for us 24/7, happy for helping us whenever we have the slightest problem. We are so lucky! Continue reading37.450502 -122.162949