An easy day planned in Oslo today.
As we were ready to head out the door, Paul asked where the keys were, to be sure. At that moment I was trying to get the door open, a small lock that you turn instead of the doorknob. I had left the keys in the lock from the night before, and when Paul slammed the door behind us...
we were locked in.
We knocked on the door and watched for people coming out of the front door. Paul even picked up the pager phone to say that we were on the 4th floor and needed help. Finally, after maybe 20 minutes, a Norwegian man came up and helped us, not quite realizing that we were helpless instead of needing oil for the door.
Every trip needs a little story like this, I think.
After a day of shopping, we realized that Norwegian sweaters come in only two designs, maybe three color schemes each. I got a few things at Sandwich, a Dutch store that made me feel like I was ready to go back to school a little bit. I have to remember to go to the tax-free counter at the airport to get a small refund.
We met Oddgeir at 4:30 and walked to Vigeland again. This time I had my camera. We hadn't yet held the lucky left hand of the little angry man, a bronze statue of a baby in a temper tantrum. Tacos, wine, and a bit of the wedding video from Waverly. Karianne and Lars Erik arrived to spend the night and we arranged to drive with them tomorrow up to Oslo. An hour to get home despite being only 1.4 kilometers away from our place.
As we were ready to head out the door, Paul asked where the keys were, to be sure. At that moment I was trying to get the door open, a small lock that you turn instead of the doorknob. I had left the keys in the lock from the night before, and when Paul slammed the door behind us...
we were locked in.
We knocked on the door and watched for people coming out of the front door. Paul even picked up the pager phone to say that we were on the 4th floor and needed help. Finally, after maybe 20 minutes, a Norwegian man came up and helped us, not quite realizing that we were helpless instead of needing oil for the door.
Every trip needs a little story like this, I think.
After a day of shopping, we realized that Norwegian sweaters come in only two designs, maybe three color schemes each. I got a few things at Sandwich, a Dutch store that made me feel like I was ready to go back to school a little bit. I have to remember to go to the tax-free counter at the airport to get a small refund.
We met Oddgeir at 4:30 and walked to Vigeland again. This time I had my camera. We hadn't yet held the lucky left hand of the little angry man, a bronze statue of a baby in a temper tantrum. Tacos, wine, and a bit of the wedding video from Waverly. Karianne and Lars Erik arrived to spend the night and we arranged to drive with them tomorrow up to Oslo. An hour to get home despite being only 1.4 kilometers away from our place.
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