Long time, no post.

I know, I know, this is supposed to be like clockwork every Sunday. I'm sorry. Perhaps I was uninspired on Sunday because nothing much happened this week. It was a very normal week. No excursions. But that's okay. Sometimes it's nice to stay home.

Ida was home this week, so that was nice. Have I talked about Ida's long absences? I think not. My excellent roomie, Ida, studies friluftsliv. Outdoor life. Yes. This is a subject one can study in Norway. It's subtitled "A strategy for life." Because Norwegians enjoy nature, camping is considered a valuable life skill to have, pretty much. Awesome. However, this means that she's gone a lot, on trips and such. She's gone on three of these so far...the first was to Lifjell for five or so days, the second to the coast for a whole week, and the third started today and I forgot where it is...I know they will be canoeing, in any case. Last time, they went sailing. She showed me her pictures: Dad, you should see these little boats they got to learn how to sail. I was SO jealous. They were like mini Viking ships! I'll try to find a pic for you. They had red sails, square-rigged, so very excellent.

Anyway, yeah, Ida's gone a lot, so it's nice when she's here, I have someone to speak Norwegian with on a more regular basis. Plus it's just more homey around here when I'm not living alone.

Something interesting happened in Bø this weekend. It was the Cowboy og Indianer Fest. Yes. The Cowboys and Indians Party. Believe it or not, country music is HUGE in Norway. You know that song, Cotton-Eyed Joe? Did you know that the band that recorded that song is called Rednex? Did you further know that this is a Swedish band? Neither did I. Well guess what. They graced little Bø with their presence on Saturday night, and everyone decided to have a Cowboy and Indian fest. This meant cowboy hats, cowboy boots, and feathers and facepaint. Of course, this would not be PC in the US, so the whole thing actually just kind of made me feel weird. Whenever a Norwegian asked me during the course of the week if I would be attending the Cowboy and Indian party (it was talked up all week) I said...well...uh...I don't think so, I guess, I don't know.

I asked one of my American friends who went to the party if he dressed up as a cowboy, and he said, "well, I didn't come to Norway to encourage an American stereotype" or something along those lines, and I thought that was clever. Haha. It was just kind of a weird, funny, strange thing. Kady, Hope, Anjuli, and I voted to go buy chocolate and candy and watch The Best of Will Ferrell instead. We walked down into town at around 9:30 PM and it was already crazy down there. Many drunk-ish Norwegians in cowboy hats.

A little glance at the political incorrectness...haha. I don't know. Weird. Click on it because for some reason the whole thing doesn't show up on the blog. Thanks to Trist for the pic :)