Pining for the Fjords

The morning after the city tour and cultural evening, I woke up feeling blue as well as stiff, from all the walking. I was thinking about my late sister Ruthie again, that she had never gotten to do something like this. I thought about her a lot during this trip, my first to another country.

They're stark naked, so get used to it

The highlight of my trip to Oslo was the "cultural city tour." We took a bus through the city. I sat with a man named Henry who at first thought I was British (I was born in New Jersey – I do not sound British), and who then asked me questions about my workplace, most of which I couldn't answer.

Bits of Oslo, the Spektrum and the King

The view from the hotel.

I attended an international library conference in Oslo, Norway in August of 2005.

As I mentioned before, I grew up poor and have been working poor most of my adult life. I'd never had the money or opportunity to visit a foreign country, and often thought I never would. Norway was the first foreign country I ever visited, and I couldn't have asked for a better experience. I kept a journal, which is where these posts came from. (I have a good memory, but not this good.)