Who Could Have Ever Foreseen?

The power of attraction has a funny way of working it self out, but then again the power of attraction always had a funny way of working it self out. I have made it. I step off the Dash 8 and take the biggest breath I can take. The unfamiliar air is the most decadent thing I have ever inhaled. With the fresh air coating my rehabilitating lungs to the 360 degree view of absolute bliss. Who could have ever foreseen me here at this moment in time? It seems that I am the only one that is not taking these sights for granted. Then I trip over a pile of luggage 


in front of me. "Beklager", I say. A man then looks at me like I had just landed from Goenosis. I guess being polite around here is like telling Roseanne that she is funny. The plane caught a slip stream and arrived a few minutes early and my girlfriend had not yet arrived. I walk into the 1:16 scale airport and it is the most quaint building I have ever seen. Everything is located in one room. The baggage claim looks like the pick up points at the beer store, any greyhound station in North America has a more up to date ticketing station, and the Avis rental stand was a grade school public speaking podium. Complete with a net book and a hole for key return. Now that I had the grand tour of the world's coolest airport, I was getting a little restless. The curry tofu that was served on the Jet Airways flight to Brussles wasn't sitting to well. Word to the wise. Never eat the meat on an air plane! Sometimes that doesn't even help. As I'm walking to the lavatory I think to my self, "What is this toilet going to be like?" I've never been to Europe before. Am I going to have to take a brown eye shower, is it a pay per piece toilet paper, or am I going to find the three shell system. Turns out I had nothing to worry about. It took me a few seconds to locate the flusher. To all of those that have never been to Norway, its on the top lid. This must make upper deckers next to impossible, but where there is a will there is a way. I take another few minutes to look out at the mountains. These behemoths make the Appalachians look like speed bumps. They soar so high and just drop right down to fjords. As I turn to the mirror I notice that I look like a little haggard from the travels. Then I start to think "I'm in Norway." Holy fuck I'm having a baby in Norway! I say to my self, "get it together man! You must be strong. The world is at you finger tips and this is how you are making it." I walk out and there she is. Looking around like she had lost her passport. Its been so long since we have seen each other. Just seeing her there knowing she is there for me makes everything worth it. Our unborn child is nestled right in front of me and it brings the biggest smile to my face. We head to her parents place to eat. To tell you the truth I'm not really up for eating I have been up for several hours and I just wants some sleep. Its not like I'm going to be that guy. "Hey whats up, my name is Daniel. Pleasure to meet you. Im really tired and I think I'm going to hit the hay. By the way send your daughter up when you done eating because it has been four months since I have held her close." Not like I haven't done enough damage." Without say dinner was wonderful. Åge is her father's name. Very cool man. All ways talking about how he is going to take me free diving and up the mountains when the weather clears up. Solid man. I felt really welcome by him. Dagrun is her mothers name. She was also very welcoming. She made sure I was comfortable and if it wasn't for her I would feel lost. She is the only one that can speak English out of the two of them. Without saying my Nynorsk isn't the greatest yet. A lot of Åge and I's conversations consist of hand gestures and grunting. We moved into our own apartment June 1st. Its a wonderful place in Volda. Volda is a small university town in Møre og Romsdal. I love this town. It is built up on to the hill. At the bottom is the ferry docks that connects other towns and the marina. It goes up the mountain in levels. Reminds me a lot of Halifax. The shops and offices are towards the bottom of the hill. As you go up you pass the theater that looks like an old church. There is a school a little farther up on the left. I have noticed that all school's play yard have the same layout in their play areas. A asphvalt soccer field that has a wooden fence around it. The nets are flush with the fencing and the remainder of it rests on the outside of the perimeter. Above each net is a basketball net. As you go up the  the two lane winding roads, that make Montreal highways roads look like airport runways, you get to my street. Its about half way up the hill. Good walking distance from anything that is needed. Yesterday we went to her brother's farm. They warned me that there was never a time that they went to visit where they didn't get put to work. I was all for it. Good way to get a little exercise in and strike a conversation. This village was very small. One store that serviced everyone. We the drove up a small road. I was suprised that it was paved. when we got to the property I was in awe. The farm was nestled a top of a small hill. Big three floor house. Classic red barn to the right. Their pasture stretched to the left about a quarter way up the mountain. It also reached as far as the eye could see behind the house. As you go up to the house there is a nice river that was gushing the most pristine waters. I was determined to take a drink out of it. We were introduced by a goat that I'm sure that was not in the right place. Then her brother came down. His name is Håvard. Looks exactly like his father. I knew it was him from the picture hung at his parents house of him holding a 17.8kg cod fish he caught free diving with a harpoon. After I met the family and a few word were exchanged I was put right to work. The task at hand was to drive pickets to hold up a rope fence. The job was quite easy but   I could see it being gruelling work after a few days of work. Much respect to Håvard and his wife to keeping the farm a float along side the other tasks at hand. The first few days in Norway have been great. I find it very frustrating not knowing the language. That is top priority on my list. I think i wont get as many funny looks if i bought a pair of Umbro or Kappa track pants. Seems like every one has a pair. Track pants and Volvo jacket here I come. Norway and I are going to have a lot of fun.