hei hei,
Some things are just a bit different and make you raise your eyebrows alittle. Though nothing so disturbing that it makes us doubt our dicission to move.
For example, they eat four meals a day! Breakfast at 7, lunch at 10.45, a warm meal between 16:00 and 17:00 and then later another thing, like bread or something.
Offcourse everybody needs to do their own thing, but I dont eat lunch at 10.45, that's when we have coffee! and at 16:00 we are working really hard. And at 18.00we would have had dinner if we didn't have to go to sports and norwegian classes or our very kind neighbour shows up to help with the grass seeding!! anyway, we try to go with the flow, but end up eating only two meals and quick in-between bites and running around like we don't have a clue...
Another interesting discovery, now that summertime has started and the supermarket decided to open on sundays...they don't sell beer on sundays, on electionday, and in the afternoon after four o'clock. They cover it up with a blanket. Off course wine is not sold in the supermarket at all. You need to go to a proper liquorstore to do so. And you dont walk out with your cardboardbox of wine uncovered for everybodyto see, no! The cheapest wine costs about 12 euros p litre, and a can of beer costs 2,5 euro a piece. Nevertheless the norwegian buy and drink a lot.
We will be attending a festival market in two weeks and are warned not to be surprised to see a lot of alcohol abuse...the real stuf with helicopters and ambulances?!
so far for the norwegian culture.
Today the company computer crashed, which gives us a lot extra work retrieving old files and customer data....bummer..
Yesterday we heard a tractor on the field next to our house and our neighbour: PerHarald, was removing big rocks from the field which he had noticed and thought we would like to ge rid off. We like our neighbours!
We have started to scare away the deer because they are eating the young grass which we want to harvest laterin the season. But they have become kind of cheeky, because they are not impressed when muffin, our dog, starts barking at them. The trod off in a slow pace whilst looking at eachother and thinking, we'll come back when they sleep...
The dogs haveto get used to the horses too. They bark at us, warning us for a large unidentified walking animal (uwa) next to us, get really nervous and try to attack from behind. The horses are not impressed. It takes time I guess.
No pictures this time, because i wrote this on my ipad and i cant figure out how to get to the pics.
Vi snakker snart!
