Oh yes: Earlier in the day, Tim, Mike, Ray and I went on an Oslo adventure of our own and discovered this fantastic old bookshop that sells ridiculously old books. As in, 1901 editions of William Morris's poetry, 17th century old texts written in Latin, old globes that curiously lack the American continent, and, as Tim discovered, some 19th century editions of the Íslendigasogur written in English. *.* If only I were rich.
This morning started off a bit explosively, I'll be honest, with some morons on the ninth floor setting off the fire alarm with their cooking escapades. So I went staggering out into the snow with wet hair, looking extra frazzled along with everyone else in building twelve. Bah. Anyway, that aside, Tim and I took a walking tour along the upper part of Akerselva, a river running through Oslo, which took about two hours or thereabouts. It was actually quite cold out today, and in our rush to make the bus I left my camera at home--so no photographs of that today. ):
Tonight, Tim and Richard, our resident Dutch friends, are going to (make an attempt to) cook Dutch pancakes, and then around 8pm, I believe the plan is to head into town to see Avatar as a group. I've already seen it, but I'd definitely planned on seeing it again before leaving the states, so I'm fine with spending the krones to see it here. Tomorrow I'm going to try to slow things down a bit and focus on reading for my classes, as well as watch updates on BBC about the Australian Open men's final. Go Andy Murray! <3
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