first, find the americans

So this is Norway. Or rather, this is small town southern Norway. In the week that I have been here, it has been sunny, but it has also rained every day.

I live in a dorm doing a fairly good impression of a ski chalet.

I accidentally bought buttermilk (or something like it) instead of yogurt. I blame my confusion on jetlag, and Finland. Finland packages yogurt in cartons like cardboard quart milk cartons. Norway packages buttermilk and milk this way, but not yogurt. But I've actually come to enjoy the sourness with my morning müsli.

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