Card Reenactment

We are the most hilarious.

In Transit

Me: Hi, Copenhagen airport!

Copenhagen Airport: Hei hei, Kelly.

Me: Thanks for letting me nap on your bench. I didn't get any sleep last night because my favorite Italians stayed up all night with me doing moose impressions. We also ate chocolate and played rummy. I won. And oh, oh, we also painted a scar on Fabio's head and we pretended we were the cover of the Harry Potter movie. This is what you do on your last night in Trondheim. So, you know, I'm tired. And I can't afford to shop here. So what's a girl to do? Nap on your bench! And blog! And observe how well-dressed people here are. This is an ok 7-hour layover.

Copenhagen Airport: ...That's nice, Kelly.

I'm boring the airport.

10 hours left in Trondheim

In 12 hours, I will be in Copenhagen. Oh my goodness! In 24 hours, I will be somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. Oh my goodness again!

When I arrive in Seattle tomorrow evening, I fully expect you all to be wearing pants with my face imprinted all over them, especially on the knees and calves.

Thank you.

Also tomorrow!

International Women's Day!

Tomorrow!

One year since our first date!

Polish sausage has been bringing people together for centuries.

Potato question and answer

Q: Where did potatoes originate?
A: Peru and Chile.

Q: When was the potato introduced in Europe?
A: 1536.

Q: How much does Kelly like potatoes?
A: So much she could elbow you in the face.

This is productive, in a way.

I plan ahead. That's why I have decided to stay up really, really late watching funny Youtube videos. I'll be very busy when I return to Seattle on Tuesday, and I want to have adjusted to the time difference already.

Here is what made me crack the heck up just now:

I will miss them.

Today, I taught my last lesson in Norway. That is too crazy, TOO CRAZY.

Here are things I got from my amazing students and Cooperating Teachers, Astrid and Anja:
-Laughter, all the time (lots of jokes about fruit)
-A homemade Norwegian sweater, knitted by Astrid's mom!
-Unbelievable growth as an educator
-Inspiration to teach abroad
-Two letters of recommendation
-Inspiration to teach English Language Learners
-Flowers
-Chocolate
-The nicest compliments ever from both students and teachers

And tomorrow, Astrid is taking me on a north-of-Trondheim adventure. Norwegians are too wonderful, TOO WONDERFUL.

(On the right is a map of our planned adventure. Fjords! Viking ruins! Hopefully moose!)

Zen Dog

World, I want you to know about Edward Monkton. He is my new favorite artist. Once you have clicked the link and been educated, you will share my newfound love for him and the colorful things he draws!

Celebratory howl

Ooooooooooooobama! Thank you for saving me!

News Big Mac

Good news: The sun is shining, the air is warm*, and I don't teach any lessons tomorrow.

Bad news: I have 20-something essays to grade by tomorrow night. Probably no sunshine for me.

Good news: My students are clever and precious and produce thoughtful work that I kind of enjoy grading.

Bad news: Nothing. I just had to write "bad news" to keep with the "news big mac" theme. What kind of sandwich would "good news, bad news, good news, good news" be? Something weird, for sure.

Good news: I had a dream about baby bears, cuddly kittens, and Mr. Bean! I really did! And I called one of the kittens "Little Abe." I love my subconscious.

*By "warm", I mean 4 degrees Celsius.

Why I slept in until nine!

Our building's front door is locked, so when a guest wants in, they push a button outside next to a button that says your room number. Then a phone in your room goes "BOODLEDOO BOODLEDOO BOODLEDOO!"

I usually like it, but somebody - a drunk, I suspect - BOODLEDOO'd my room three times at three in the morning. Here's how it went:

Phone: BOODLE DOO.
Kelly: Whoooo disturbs my sluuumbeeeerrrr?
I give the phone the stink eye and go back to sleep.
::one or ten or thirty second silence::
Phone: BOODLE DOO.
Kelly: Stop! Stop boodle dooing my room!
Phone: BOODLE DOO! BOODLE DOO! BOODLE DOO!
Kelly: You win!
I got out of bed, bzzzted the key button, and let whoever it was in the building. After sitting on my bed for a moment to make sure no one actually was coming to visit me, I went back to sleep and dreamed about fruit.

(The fact that Sara and I were once locked out at midnightish and had to randomly BOODLE DOO neighbors... and then have an Italian boost me into Sara's roommate's second story window... does not make me any more sympathetic to the fool that awoke me.)