What’s it Like: Eating Out
We do go out occasionally. I kind of like that it isn’t so common: that makes it more of a treat! Here are some shots from various restaurants we’ve visited since moving here.
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Enjoying fish & chips in Sweden |
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Excited over Swedish pancakes |
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A special dinner out with friends at a traditional Norwegian restaurant |
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One more perk of a visit from grandparents: a trip to Oslo and a meal at TGI Fridays |
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Our anniversary last year: Chinese food! |
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Our favorite burger place: Star Grill |
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A national favorite (and a family favorite!): the kebab tallerken |
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The boys enjoying kebab |
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A rare trip to McDonalds (not our fave |
American Hospitality
The Easter Bunny? Påskeharen?
Norwegian Hospitality
Guilty Pleasures
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m. Yum. |
It’s really dangerous when you live in a place filled with so many good types of candy. And specifically chocolate.
Seriously. I find myself exercising more or walking a little extra, to justify a little treat at night.
Take for example my newest guilty pleasure:
You may think they look like brown peanut M&M’s. Okay, they do. But they are amazing. One of my friends from language school came over last night for dinner, and brought some to the boys. And I am having a tough time staying out of them!
What is your favorite ‘guilty pleasure’? Is there something you save to snack on until after the kids are in bed?
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These are Freia Easter eggs – similar to the Cadbury eggs we get in the states. |
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Freia makes so many great candy bars. These are two of our favorites – especially Daim! |
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The orange bag is from our city’s chocolate company. The red bag is some of our favorite gummy candies. |
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This was actually in Sweden – but fun to see a humongous chocolate bar! |
Ticket to Drive
There are different requirements based on the license you already hold. Lucky for us, the requirements for someone with a US driver’s license weren’t so bad. As long as we began the licnse exchange process within the first year of arriving, we could exchange our license by completing a one-hour lesson and passing the road test. No theory/written test required. But only if we passed the first time (had we not passed, the requirements were significant.)
Zack began his process last fall, and it went smoothly. After his ‘lesson’ and test, he was the proud owner of a Norwegian drivers license. He was also happy to report that both the school instructor and the driving test examiner did everything in English.
The one-hour lesson does two things 1) it allows you use of the driving school’s car to take the test (we were not allowed to use our own car). And 2) it involves driving with the instructor from Sandefjord to Larvik (where the testing facility is). You get instruction along the way, tips on things to improve, and reminders about rules that are a bit different from what we know from America.
So in late January (about four days shy of one year here – yes, I’m a procrastinator) I began all the paperwork to exchange my license. A few weeks ago, just after Zack returned from the states, I took my test. Same instructor and same examiner. And same result: success!
What’s it like: Being the new person #expatliving
Then came the bigger move, in the middle of tenth grade. After years with friends and many layers of comfort and familiarity, I had to transfer mid-school year to a new high school, an hour+ away from our old town. I knew no one. No.One. Sixteen years old, with my own car, I suddenly found myself alone again. And riding the bus. Yes, humiliating. And this was the country. So all the kids – from elementary to high school – rode on one bus together. As the bus driver blasted Billy Ray Cyrus. Every.single.day.
That transition was a bit harder, but I made it. In America, at least in my experience, people tend to be curious about the new person. They introduce themselves to you, and ask questions.
And I thought that was normal. But as with many things over the past year, I’m learning that some of what we considered ‘normal’ is really more cultural.
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Foreign to Familiar by Sarah A. Lanier |
Such is the case with being the new person. Thankfully, we read about what to expect before we arrived in Norway. So it wasn’t a total surprise. But there is a difference in reading something and experiencing it firsthand…
In America, people introduce themselves to the new person. But here in Norway, the new person should not simply assume or expect the same. We’ve learned that if you want to meet people, you need to just go ahead and introduce yourself. It’s one of the cultural differences we’ve come to recognize and accept.
What is it like where you come from? Who introduces whom? Have you ever had a cross-cultural difference that created difficulties?
Related Reading: Much of this stems from the differences between Hot and Cold cultures/societies. A year or two ago, I read a book that helped me a lot in processing these differences: Foreign to Familiar: A Guide to Understanding Hot and Cold-Climate Cultures. A great read to help you recognize and hopefully avoid cross-culture misunderstandings.
Architectural Digest: follow up (where we live)
I probably should have included it in the original architecture post (HERE). But for those who might be curious about what our house looks like, here’s a picture of it taken last year.As I mentioned before, we have been told that it was built around 1897.
Good Question…
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Not totally related, but we have been working on feeding our physical selves better. I’ve tried lots of new recipes. Last week we enjoyed homemade black bean burgers on homemade whole wheat rolls. |
She asked about our level of comfort here. About Zack’s recent trip to the states. We talked about our kids. And about language learning. Lots of different topics, as well as questions about our work.
And then she asked it. A question no one has asked in the fourteen months since we came here.
Are you being fed?
Of course she wasn’t talking about food. She wasn’t trying to make sure we had enough money for groceries. No, our sweet friend wanted to know if we were getting what we needed spiritually.