Sadly, Bjorn left this morning for the motherland.
I did, however, learn some new interesting things about Norway while he was here:
1. I already knew that everything is much more expensive in Norway. Bjorn's shopping habits when he visits definitely make that obvious. And taxes? Whoa. If you buy stuff from the States and have it shipped, you're gonna pay big time. If you buy a guitar and tell Customs that it's brand new, you're gonna pay big time. (Which is when you rough up your case, don your traveling minstrel's outfit, and pull out your fake folk singer tour flyers). But, if you'd like to return home with a few books, or a few hundred, Customs asks for no $$. You can bring as many as you want. I'd give a lot of books for Christmas presents in that case...
2. A popular condiment consists of mayonaise in a tube. I hate mayonaise and have gagged a little as I write, but it's true. Imagine a toothpaste tube with shrimp-flavored mayonaise... or bacon-flavored mayonaise. (oof. I think I threw up a little in my mouth imaging the last one.)
3. Norwegians are paying about 13 kroner per liter of gas. I suffered through several conversations on converting kroners to dollors and liters and gallons, etc. It made me appreciate the fact that I hate math and am dating a human calculator. It's all about picking teammates folks. I'm forced to listen to the math, but I least I don't have to do the math when I don't want to.
I think that's almost enough about Norway for the day. I should mention that I'm pretty tickled I have a Norwegian reader (Hi there!). Now that I know someone, somewhere in Norway, comes to read every once in a while, I've decided that even though it's not a new project, I'm posting pictures of the Handyman's Christmas presents from me.
The first is the prototype, followed by the other, more creative, endeavors. There are four more cut and ready to be made, but my sweatshop gave out before I could get them done. (Just kidding, Mama! Your sewing-defecient daughter REALLY appreciates all of your help with those! I'll be back in December!)
So for the Norwegian who's departed, for the Norwegian who's reading this, and for the Norwegian who's handy, I give you a flag-frenzy!
(They're placemats, by the way. I read online that you can't make a flag into a tablecloth, but they didn't say anything about placemats!)