Arrival

Caved and shut my eyes at 6.

All day I simply floated from plane to plane, from plane to metro, from metro to dormitory. The Underground rarely is, underground, from what I could tell. But the weather was fine as we stepped from the train at Blindern station and found people there to direct us just up the steps, up the hill, and into a bright yellow building they call Blindern dormitory. Room is small, but perfect. With incredible weight we unpacked, showered, ate, explored the campus, and sat beneath a shady tree thinking about the endless daylight and this endless day. At five we came back to our room, swearing up and down we would not fall asleep before 8. Or maybe 7. But there was no internet to entertain, and reading forced our eyelids down immediately, and it took an amazing force of will to even sit quietly conscious. But, like I said, I caved and shut my eyes at 6.
Longest day followed by longest night.
Woke up at 11. No darkness.
And again at 4. Light again.

At breakfast we met a man from Wisconsin. He was eating pickled fish. I'm making it a personal goal to avoid eating pickled fish while here.
And then we registered.
And then had the enormous good luck of getting wireless in our room.
And now we sit until our orientation meeting, after which we will contemplate over the rates of exchange from kroner to dollar, which still seems to confuse us.