The only problem with having over 20 hours of sunlight, if you care to call it a problem, is how long I perceive the days to be. As a result, I find myself confusing exactly which day I’ve done what. Was the Viking Ship Museum trip this morning or on Monday? What day was that quiz? Actually, what day is it? I don’t think I’ve ever heard the phrase, “What time is it?” more than I have this past week. However, I think there’s something to be said about being able to free yourself from the hands of time. Sure, I have to be up at a certain time for class and make it back to the dorm for dinner, but this strange combination of late-night sun and the slow passage of time has allowed me to make the most of each and every day.
Remember Sarah from San Francisco? Last week, she and I studied on the lawn of the Royal Palace after lunch. I was trying to put something like this into perspective. Let’s see, back at home we have the state capital, but that’s a public building. I can sit on the steps and read whenever I want, and Governor Doyle doesn’t sleep there, as far as I know anyway. I mean, I know balancing the state budget is no easy task, but I’m pretty sure he goes home to his own bed at the end of a long day. No, the state capital would be more like Oslo’s city hall. So I guess that leaves me with the White House, but even that comparison has its limitations. Something tells me White House Security wouldn’t be thrilled to find me studying Norwegian History yards away from where President Obama drinks his morning coffee. Really, there’s nothing that I can compare it to. Quite simply, I was reading in the King’s front yard.
While I’m on the subject of America like, I must mention how I spent my Fourth of July, or maybe how I didn’t spend it. I woke up yesterday morning with full intentions to celebrate my country at Vigelandsparken (Vigeland Sculpture Park) with my fellow Americans. I ended up going on a hike in Sognsvann. While I would love to tell you how that series of events occurred, I myself have no idea. It wasn’t a long hike, about an hour and 30 minutes to our final destination where we rested and ate our lunch. It was probably the most refreshing thing I’ve done in a long time, both physically and mentally. I wouldn’t consider myself to be an avid hiker, more of a leisurely stroller, but when you’re out in nature amongst hundred-year old trees that tower above your head, you forget what kind of walker you actually are. Half-way through, the girls I was walking with and I just stopped talking. It was as though nothing needed to be said, and I mean, what could be said? So, I didn’t celebrate America’s 234th birthday, but I’d like to think that I celebrated something infinitely greater, the world.