Back to front

I will start at the end, and then work backwards.

I am sitting in a padded chair inside the emergency dentist office at 7:05 p.m. 15 minutes go by, and then 30. It’s now 7:35. I don’t know if the wait is a good thing or bad thing. Finally, Kevin walks through the doors. His lower lip looks worse than before. It’s now twice the size and the small cut is now white and bright pink. At least now the severed part of his front tooth is back in its original spot… and out of the cup of milk it traveled in.

I am partly to blame for this. Accident definitely, but this isn’t the first time I’ve almost killed someone on the soccer field. First, on sand in Spain, second on snow in Norway. Here’s what happened. Loose ball, Kevin the goalie dives for it. At the same time I try to kick the ball before he gets it. I miss the ball, slip/fall from the momentum, and then my shin plunges into Kevin’s face.

Yepp…

Pre-almost-killing-Kevin

Power to the Kringsjå

There is a saying here that, “Norwegians are born with skis of their feet.” It’s true. While I struggled to put one ski in front of the other, kids who looked 5 years old glided right past me. I bet their diapers are waterproof. Cross-country skiing (difficult for me in the beginning) is great. It’s the fun alternative to jogging. I have yet to go out with Instructor Jan (my roommate) but hopefully he gives me some pointers. (I wrote this paragraph a couple days ago and didn’t really want to delete it, so excuse the awkward placement)

It has been 13 days since I arrived in Oslo. And in all (except for the first) I’ve meet someone new, interesting and welcoming. You would think they would be Norwegians, but it hasn’t; they have been from all over the world. It reminds me of Dorchester, that same energy and acceptance.

That’s all I got right now. Too much is going on in that tiny head of mine! Jared please teach Mom and Dad how to download/use Skype. I want to see everyone.