I think it’s only fitting that I start my first blog post from Oslo a little tipsy (a few beers, a shot of Mexican tequila, a sip of French wine, not too much).
Where do I start? First of all, I’m an idiot! It took me almost three days to configure the Internet just because I typed a capital I instead of a lowercase l (L) in my password. Well finally, I am up and running!
First running joke of the semester: Rodrigo from Brazil “the baby” (19) is the youngest of the exchange students thus far that we’ve met. He hears a sizable amount of “We should ask your mother first” jokes. But it’s all in good fun.
My roommate arrived last night. His name is Jan, a soft-spoken skier/snowboarder from the Czech Republic. My other suitemate is Francesco de Argentina, but studies in Italy. With him, came a big group of Italians who love to cook, drink and have fun. I’ve meet someone from almost every continent except for Australia, but hopefully we get a “kiwi,” someone from New Zealand, so we can talk to him or her about the TV show, “Flight of the Concords.”
The first day was tough. Kevin and I arrived to find a corridor empty and silent. We had no idea how to work the oven (still kind of don’t) and had nothing to eat. We had no sheets, no pillow. Poor Kevin used his towel as a pillow. However, it has gotten better, much better!
Shane and Diane, the other two University of Maryland students, arrived today so it is starting to feel a little bit more like a home away from home. We have yet to meet another American, but I’d be fine if we were the only ones.
The picture above is of a box of ginger bread cookies. I decided to get a box to welcome the incoming exchange students. On the top of the box, I taped a piece of notebook paper and wrote the word “welcome.” As students arrived, I had each of them write the word “welcome” in their home language. I felt it was a good way to represent where we are from. Hopefully, it will continue to grow to display all the nationalities here in building 24 (probably the best building here in Kringsja!).
P.S. I had nothing to do with the terrible drawing of Europe. (Fine it was me… I can’t draw).
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