Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from all the craziness that went down in Raholt. First off, let me just say, Raholt is this tiny gem in Norway, right? Like, you blink and you miss it. But it’s got this charm, ya know? The streets are all cobblestone and twisty, like they’re trying to confuse you on purpose. I mean, I got lost like three times today.
So, I roll into town, right? I’m all pumped to give a lecture at the local uni. It’s on some deep stuff about cultural exchange or whatever. But first, I gotta grab a coffee. I hit up this cute little café on Storgata. The barista? Super chill. I order a latte, and she’s like, “You want it with oat milk?” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I mean, I’m in Norway, gotta be fancy, right?
But then, as I’m waiting, this dude walks in. He’s got this wild hair, like he just got outta a wind tunnel. And he starts talking about the weather. Like, bro, it’s Norway. It’s cold. We get it. But he’s going on and on about how it’s the “perfect weather for a hike.” I’m just standing there, latte in hand, thinking, “Dude, chill. It’s not that deep.”
Finally, I get my drink, and I’m off to the uni. I’m walking down Øvre Rådhusgate, and I can’t help but admire the old buildings. They’ve got this history, you know? But then, outta nowhere, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I spill my latte all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking coffee stain.
I get to the lecture hall, and it’s packed. Like, who knew Raholt had this many students? I start my talk, and it’s going well. People are nodding, taking notes. I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, this one guy raises his hand. He’s like, “What do you think about the impact of social media on cultural identity?” I’m like, “Dude, we’re in Norway. Can we talk about something else?” But I answer him anyway, trying to sound all smart and stuff.
After the lecture, I’m feeling good. I head out to explore. I stroll down to the waterfront, and wow, the view is insane. The fjord is sparkling, and I’m just soaking it all in. But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re trying to take a selfie, but they can’t figure out how to use their camera. I’m standing there, laughing to myself, thinking, “Welcome to Norway, folks!”
But then, I get a bit annoyed. One of them starts complaining about the cold. Like, come on! You’re in Norway! It’s supposed to be cold! I just roll my eyes and keep walking.
Next, I hit up a local pub on Torggata. I’m ready for some comfort food. I order a burger, and it’s massive. Like, I’m talking a mountain of meat. I take a bite, and it’s heavenly. But then, I notice this guy at the bar. He’s got a guitar, and he starts playing. And wow, he’s good! I’m sitting there, burger in one hand, trying to clap with the other.
The night goes on, and I’m feeling all the feels. Happy, excited, a bit tipsy. But then, I get a text from my friend back home. She’s like, “Hey, how’s Norway?” And I’m like, “It’s amazing! But I spilled coffee on my shirt!” I mean, priorities, right?
As I’m leaving the pub, I bump into that wild-haired dude from the café. He’s like, “You’re the lecturer, right?” I’m like, “Yeah, that’s me.” And he starts talking about hiking again. I’m just nodding, trying to be polite, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I’m not going hiking at 10 PM!”
Finally, I make it back to my hotel. I flop onto the bed, exhausted but happy. Raholt, you’ve been a wild ride. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. But for now, I’m just gonna crash. Goodnight, Norway!