As I was saying in the previous entry, my friend Nina was staying with us before catching her plane(s) to go back to school in Grand Forks, ND.

Thursday morning, we stopped by the supermarket to get some Norwegian chocolate for some of her friends, before going to Eidsvoll to catch the train to Oslo Airport Gardermoen. After checking in, we went to get an ice cream each, and chatted for a while. Then, it was time for me to get back home, to clean up the house, and to go shopping.

Saturday, in the late afternoon or evening, we are having a friend of Sylvain from France over for dinner, along with his family, and another family. For the past week, the seven of them have been driving around Norway, admiring Norwegian mountains and fjords, etc.

For the occasion, we’re serving "fårikål" (lit. "mutton in cabage"), one of Norway’s national dishes, so they will at least have tasted a small part of my country’s "culinary tradition".

Anyways, back at the house after grocery shopping, I get a call from K, a guy I’ve known since before he was born (I’m born in April, he’s born in August of 1983), because K’s parents came to visit us while he was still in his mother’s tummy. I hadn’t seen him in a little over two years, when I’d brought Sylvain to Homme for the first time.

Coincidently, he was staying at Gardermoen between flights, because he works part time as an air steward, and because his next flight would go from Oslo the next morning.

After all this time, I wouldn’t pass up the occasion to see him, and he ended up eating dinner at the house, before I drove him back to the hotel.