Bummed About My Bum Ankle

I tend to twist my left ankle. It usually hurts for a day or two and I whine like a baby but after a week it's normally completely healed. Well 3 weeks ago I thought I'd be all macho and run from the gym back home to Kringsja. Just barely 100 meters into my run, I tripped on a sewage drain sticking up from the sidewalk and twisted my ankle so badly that I started crying on the spot. I can tolerate a good amount of pain but my entire foot hurt no matter which way I moved it and the pain went up to my shins. Luckily a Norwegian woman saw and helped me back to the gym where we went to the cafe to ask for ice. The girl working looked so confused and came back with a slab of frozen meat. Apparently the cafe doesn't have ice? I was so upset and in so much pain that I hopped outside and sat by myself crying with my foot/ankle in the snow because the stupid gym didn't have ice.

I walked with a serious limp for the first couple days and it started to improve, but then I decided to go to Paris and suck it up with tons of Advil. Unfortunately all the walking didn't help the ankle situation and it just got worse. After two weeks of pain I thought maybe it was time to see a doctor. Man, trying to set up a doctor's appointment in Norway through my home health insurance is not an easy task. Especially when the automated voice recorder on the other line is in Norwegian. I never want to get injured in a foreign country again. It was a very complicated process that involved long conference calls with the doctor and the insurance company, tons of paperwork, and lots of kroner. And the only thing I found out after 2 doctor's visits and an x-ray was that it wasn't broken. Great. Well it still fucking hurts.

The worst part about it is I feel so lazy. I can't do anything. I can't run. I can't go on serious hikes. I can't join in on a simple football game behind our building. I've never been so depressed to not be able to move around.  With the weather getting warmer, I've actually found myself getting envious of the people working out and playing outside.

Meh.

On the bright side, Cindy came to visit this past weekend. We did a lot of things that I hadn't done in Oslo yet, like the Viking Ship Museum and the ferry out to the islands.

Can I please live here 

I can't believe she's already done with her study abroad in Barca. I still have 2 more months before I'm back in America and I feel like I won't have time to see everything I want to see in Europe.

J'aime Paris

I am in love with Paris. And I will be back soon to get more banana nutella crepes.

I went to Paris a couple weeks ago with Dorota, Ida, and two of Dorota's Polish acquaintances. The first day in Paris was really an adventure. Dorota, Ida, and I walked to our "hotel" (which really wasn't a hotel because the bathrooms weren't in our rooms, they only gave us 2 baby sized towels for the 3 of us, and there was no soap or shampoo provided) in a pretty rundown part of Paris and quickly realized that we were the only female non-dark skinned people walking the streets and that was why literally everyone was staring at us. We were so starved by the time we finally made it to Paris that we settled for a greasy quick kebab dinner and contemplated stealing soap from the bathroom of the kebab shop. 

Nicer than our hotel bathroom

After our very traditional French kebab dinner, we got some cheap wine and headed towards the Eiffel Tower - the first of our many Eiffel Tower experiences. All 3 of us pretty much fell in love the moment we saw it and couldn't stop take pictures of it the rest of the trip. We took pictures of it at night, during the day, when it was lit up, when it was sunny, when it was raining, from the top, from the bottom, from the boat, etc etc. I also don't understand why everyone thinks that Parisians are rude to tourists because everyone we met that day was so nice to us. A couple guys pried the metro doors open for us, another group led us to the metro and helped us jump the turnstile, and a server at a restaurant literally translated the entire menu for us. I thought everyone was very friendly. 

Eiffel Tower: Love at first sight

The next day we did a walking tour of Paris where I also met up with a few of my sorority sisters. It's crazy how we all ended up in Paris the same weekend without planning it - 1 from Madrid, 2 from Rome, and 1 from Tours. During the tour Dorota, Ida, and I (having lived in Norway for the past 3 months) were so ecstatic to see flowers that we tried to take a picture with all of them. One of the photos required us to lie in the grass with the flowers, and we found out from our tour guide that Paris is particular about their grass thus no one is allowed to even stand on it. My apologies, Paris. After our tour we all ended up grabbing lunch, going up to the top of the Eiffel Tower, and taking a boat cruise down the River Seine together. 

SO GREEN SO PRETTY

Flowers AND the Eiffel Tower. Doesn't get any better

Sisters on the love bridge

We had no access to a wine opener in Paris so we had to improvise with what we had. Aka scissors. And this is what happened:

The scissors broke

The next day was free museum Sunday so we went to the Louvre and Musee D'Orsay. I don't really have much of an interest in art so we literally walked in, went straight for the famous pieces, and walked out. It was pretty straightforward. We also went to Notre Dame, Centre Pompidou, Champs Elysee, and L'Arc de Triomphe. I met up with Hilary again at the Arc de Triomphe and had a swanky French dinner with her and her friend at Cafe Marly. Soooo delicious. I highly suggest it for anyone who is going to Paris. 

Paris is such a large city that even with 3.5 days I couldn't see everything I wanted. A lot of our time in Paris was spent waiting in some form of a line so I can't even imagine how long it takes to do everything in the prime of tourist season. We didn't have enough time to do Versailles, Sacre Coeur, or the Catacombs so I made a promise to myself that I will make it back again within the next few years. Besides the occasional dog poo on the street, the piss smelling metros, and the gypsies hounding you to sign their petitions for "peace", I thought Paris was absolutely stunning. One of my favorite cities by far. 

Freaking Cold Stockholm

Student housing finally realized I never had a roommate even though I was paying rent for 2-in-a-room and sent me a message threatening to charge me an additional 1000 NOK a month to stay in a single or else I would have to move in with someone else. After numerous messages and calls trying to fight back, I lost the battle and had to move in with someone else on a different floor. At least my new roommate is someone I was already friends with before. It's just hard going from a single to a double room, especially since I had never had a single in college before. So now I am happily on the second floor of my building in a a VERY CLEAN kitchen (yay!) and my address has changed. Here is my new address:

Olav M. Troviks vei 24, H203
0864 - Oslo, Norway

During the move to my new room, I refused to leave the mirror I bought from IKEA mounted on the wall so I ripped it off the wall so I could try to put it in my new room. The adhesive tape holding the mirror up was so strong that it pulled off a large chunk of plaster from the wall and now there is a large hole in my old wall. Woops. Hopefully student housing will not notice it. I transported the mirror to the wall of my new room, but the adhesive was not as strong after I ripped it off the old wall. After a couple days the mirror fell and shattered. It was a sad sad day.

Stockholm, Sweden
The weekend following my move I went with my ex-flatmates to Stockholm for 2 days. Man it was cold. Temperature wise it was about the same as Oslo, but the wind made it unbearably cold. We spent a large portion of our time hiding inside Cafes to stay out of the wind. Stockholm was just another city to me. I wasn't impressed, but it may have been due to the fact that I could not stop shivering from the cold. We spent some time in Gamla Stan and did some museums on Djurgården. I liked the Vasa Museum the most. The Vasa was a warship from the 1600s that sank as soon as it first set sail and lied at the bottom of the sea for hundreds ofyears until it was restored in the 1900s.

Vasa Ship

Gamla Stan

The one cool thing about having been to Stockholm is that I just started reading the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo which takes place in Stockholm and other parts of Sweden so I understand some of the references. 


Anyways, Stockholm was okay. It would have been better if we made it to the world's largest IKEA.  

Blog Fail: Amsterdam

Keeping up with a blog is a lot harder than I thought it would be. But I've gotten numerous requests to update this silly thing so here is a month's worth of my life blogged in one day. I will start with Brussels and Amsterdam, which occurred exactly one month ago.

Brussels & Amsterdam
The weekend after Copenhagen we went to Brussels and Amsterdam - we as in Kevin and the four of us girls. Our trip quickly became known as the Spice Girls World Tour and as the fifth member of the group, Kevin was named Ginger Spice, a title that he was not too happy to have. He was a true champ though, dealing with the 4 of us and playing the roles of tour guide, photographer, and father.

Brussels should thank RyanAir for not flying into Amsterdam because it gets so much tourism from students like us who just want to pass through Brussels to get to Amsterdam. I wasn't expecting much from Brussels, but I was definitely impressed with the Grand Palace and the number of chocolate shops and waffle stands lining the streets. It certainly smelled like heaven to me.

Beautiful chocolate eggs

After a morning spent in Brussels we took a bus to Amsterdam and the aroma that filled the air there was a huge change from Brussels, but still a nice one. We were sort of hollered at as we made our way to our hostel, but when the two guys saw that we were walking into our oh so cool Christian hostel, they changed their minds. Staying in a Christian hostel was definitely an interesting experience given that we were in Sin City Amsterdam. I had to hide in the corner of my room behind a bed to drink my bottle of wine, we weren't even allowed to visit the boy's dorms, and we had to come back from the night looking presentable, as if we were in high school again trying to make it past our parents. Also, we traveled all the way from Oslo, Norway and what do we hear as we are checking into our hostel? NORWEGIAN. Yep, there were Norwegian girls in our hostel as well. In addition to a really unfriendly girl who we renamed Calypso because she looked just like the character from Pirates of the Caribbean. For those who need a refresher on what she looks like:

Yeah it was not fun waking up to that face staring at you. 

Amsterdam was such a beautiful, bright city. During the day we rented bikes and rode along the canals and through a park. We also stopped at the Picasso museum and had lunch outside in the sun. 

5 bikes locked to each other. Had someone stolen all five at once, we would have been very impressed with the robber

The city does a complete 180 during the night. Our Christian hostel was adjacent to the red light district so we just bar hopped throughout the red light district during the night. At first I was really shocked by the prostitutes in the windows but after an hour it was like, "Ehhhh another pathetic looking prostitute. What a terrible life". We also walked into some funny shops where we found a toy called "The Destroyer". 

Amsterdam was extremely fun, filled with inappropriate laughs, and we came out of it knowing that God will always love us no matter what we do.