*The snow is a personality on to its own...They scrape it into gigantic piles where it festers and sits for weeks, maybe months and then overgrown Tonka dumptrucks haul it away and dump it off the edge of the fjord. Dirty icebergs float.
*The colors of the houses, similar to Copenhagen all have romantic, morose hues from the late 30's and early 40's: maroon, mustard, sea foam green, olive, confederate blue-grey. It's no wonder that painting is by far the medium of choice, to which I have felt inexplicably drawn to do myself? I...must...resist.
*There are HUGE nests in the bare winter-stricken tree branches, which can only belong to the hooded crows that are ever-present, loud, pushy and intimidating. Branches literally dip with their presence on them. I'm convinced they have bird gangs.
*People drink to excess on the weekends, often consuming coffee and moonshine at late night house parties, which I have yet to experience. Ah, the time will be ripe soon enough.
*The weather report is NEVER correct and the days in March vary from crisp sunshine and triple layers of fast clouds moving in different directions to...sudden HAIL (?!?!?) like this morning?
*The expense, as I've mentioned, of everyday life is phenomenal, but the democratic socialism balances it out in other ways. MFAs and PhDs here are....free? Yes, you read right. F.R.E.E. Also, new commercial buildings that are erected are required by law to put aside a small percentage to spend on local art. Right. Why don't we take some tips from the balanced calm of the Norwegian way?
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