I'm obviously not Norwegian. On Wednesday night, my boots decided they'd like to get some air, so they jumped out from underneath me. I did my best to use Ian for balance, but his boots had similar ideas (though his feet had more to say about it than mine), so he wasn't much help. I was able to laugh at myself (joining the Norwegians walking by us), so I didn't mind too much. My boots seemed to get the air they needed to, as they've remained under me for the past couple of days.
In order to bear some of the seasonal temperatures in Oslo this past week (it was around -20C (-4F) on Thursday), I've been wearing the scarf my step-mother knit and gave me for Christmas. I haven't worn a scarf in my adult life, so I'm not up on my scarf-wearing-etiquette. Most of my thoughts on this come from Joan of Arcadia, whose main character is almost always wearing a scarf. Unfortunately, people in Oslo seem to more utilitarian; they actually use there scarves to stay warm. It seems almost embarrassing to have my scarf hanging out from the bottom of my jacket. Maybe I need to do more wrapping or knotting. Scarf wearing tips are most welcome.

