I'm too lazy to write anything very extensive, so I'll post photos and descriptions. But here's an overall description.
Obviously, Bergen is freakishly beautiful. Seriously...holy shizz. Cobblestone streets are adorable. Just about everything is clean and neat, aside from the other people who live in this building (if I didn't know what cat pee smelled like before, I do now!). My knees suck and I'm not good at walking down moutains. Brown cheese is tasty. Norway is nicer than anything I could imagine. I have amazing friends. I think I spent a few bucks attempting to use the payphone at the airport. Bergen is beautiful. I think I said that already.
I need a larger vocabluary, man.
Seriously though, do you think I would travel to Norway if I didn't think Morten and his friends were awesome? I knew they were. Some people find it hard to believe that you can sense this kind of awesomeness only though the Internet. YOU CAN. I wasn't kidding when I said Morten was a good friend. When I find people that I feel comfortable around, it's a big deal. For me.
There were all these wooden sculpture thingies around H�konshallen, which is an old...place. Morten talked about its history and I nodded and went, "Mmhm." That's what I do.
We went up the side of this mountain on the Floibanen (or the cable car of awesomness) that was so quiet it made more noise when it was stopping than when it was moving. ...Yeah. And after we reached the top and I had taken those photos looking over the city...
...We walked back down. Taking many shortcuts. Involving carefully stepping on rocks at steep angles so that you don't kill yourself. As you can see due to my typing of this entry, I didn't kill myself, but my knees felt like they were under more pressure than normally, since normally they're...not. I'M FROM SURBURBIAAAA! My body is a noodle.
Diana is chewing on this plant that Morten said tasted like lemon. ...Yup, it does. IT IS NOT TASTY. LIIIESS!! I chewed it and went, "Blechch ahhhdhdmuhflfuhf I see jesus". (Alright, it wasn't that bad.) We passed a ginormous patch of wild rhubarb, so Morten pulled one up to demonstrate the plant's hugeness.
Of course, I was excited to take photos of various things at the grocery store. LIKE TUBE BACON. I'm not sure what the pizza sauce is about.
Morten made rolls for a midnight snack (which means he started making it houuurrrs before). I did nothing to help since, as you may recall, my bread making skills involve killing yeast, resulting in brick-like slabs of bread. Which we didn't want.
I didn't take photos of the finish product. [gasp] We ate the bread at around midnight while watching "The 40 Year Old Virgin", which we rented from 7-11 (because...you can rent DVDs there). It was delicious. Really. Damn. Tasty. We ate it with butter, brown cheese (which is sweet, like caramel mixed with cheese, and thus Robyn-approved) and strawberry-rhubarb jam.
Through the skylight in the wee hours of the morning I could see the faintly lit sky from the sun that refuses to go down. It's. Awesome. To always have some light.
I really like it here. And it's only been one day.