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Mr. Posten man delivered sweet surprises in my mailbox yesterday! One was a "stained glass" heart made by me nephews which now graces my picture window so the sun can strike it almost continuously as it travels across the sky. The package I was expecting from home home also arrived - and inside was a Memphis calendar from my in-laws. (really, they are my son's girlfriend's grandparents, but we might as well be family at this point!) I need to acquire a thumbtack so I can pin it to the wall to remind me every day I have people who love me, however far away they are.
The past two weeks have been a whirlwind of travel - not simply with the school visits, but with vacations as well. I traveled to the Arctic again - Finnsnes, near Senja. Still no Northern Lights. I dashed back to make it to the Fulbright Seminar, where all the grantees discussed their work so far. I feel unworthy in their company - so many innovative, impressive projects. Everything from algae to e-poetry to Somali immigration and Norwegian as a second language in the Sami culture. *OVERWHELMED* That was followed by dinner with the US ambassador. THEN - we all boarded a bus and traveled past Lillehammer to the Skeikampen resort for a ski weekend.
The scenery was spectacular - and the food at the buffet was delicious. It is amazing how hungry cross country makes you. How do I know? I skied. Yes yes - I know it's far-fetched, but I did. Not well, but I survived mostly intact. No bruises - unlike my sledging escapade at New Year's. I could not have done it without the instruction and encouragement of my "ski instructors," Judi and Rena. Will I do it again - ummmm. Maybe. Downhill - no. I can not envision myself hurtling down a mountain with 2 inch wide slats of wood attached to my feet and two sticks to guide me. But I definitely have a new respect for skiers. Exhausting. My Norwegian muscles still hurt.
The scenery was spectacular - and the food at the buffet was delicious. It is amazing how hungry cross country makes you. How do I know? I skied. Yes yes - I know it's far-fetched, but I did. Not well, but I survived mostly intact. No bruises - unlike my sledging escapade at New Year's. I could not have done it without the instruction and encouragement of my "ski instructors," Judi and Rena. Will I do it again - ummmm. Maybe. Downhill - no. I can not envision myself hurtling down a mountain with 2 inch wide slats of wood attached to my feet and two sticks to guide me. But I definitely have a new respect for skiers. Exhausting. My Norwegian muscles still hurt.