søndag 21. juli 2013

Drinking in the right district.

No beverages served after 9.30pm? Not even a cup of tea? Yes, this is Oslo!

“I’m sorry, we are not allowed to serve any kind of drinks here after 9.30pm" said the waitress at an outdoor restaurant down the road.

“Why?” said my friend.

“Because we are in the St.Hanshaugen district. But hey, if you walk across the street, you are suddenly in Frogner disctrict, and they are licensed so serve alcohol even after 9.30pm” explained the friendly waitress.

Ok, it was the hottest day of the summer, with temperatures rising up to 30 degrees Celsius. It was the Sunday of the warmest week in Oslo for 60 years (according to some tabloid papers…). But no beverages served outside after 9.30pm? You must be joking. But no, this is Oslo.

I started contemplating how expensive everything is in Oslo, the city that several times has been named the most expensive city in the world.

And I realized that I have lived here a year now. I left Spain on 21 July 2012. Could this have happened in Spain, the country where people have dinner at 9.30pm?

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My friend Solveig participated in “Opera Idol” at the Opera House today. She competed with 15 other young talented singers, and was of course the best singer on stage! (Sadly the jury didn’t agree.) This concert was a part of the summer concerts at the Opera House, which are held four days a week, at 2pm. Tickets are only 50NOK, which I have to admit is a joke. It’s extremely cheap compared to other kinds of entertainment. (Going to the cinema, for instance, costs 100NOK.) However, some of the tourists I started chatting with at the concert couldn’t stop laughing when I claimed that 50NOK is cheap. So we ended up discussing prices, wages etc in Norway compared to their home country, Poland. Very interesting.  

After the concert, Solveig invited her fan club (her brother, mother and me) out for something to eat and drink. Solveig’s mother is from Argentina, and although she is fluent in Norwegian there was a mix between Spanish and Norwegian spoken at our lunch table. I loved it. And it was scary, because I have forgotten so much of my Spanish.

Aim for the next year in Oslo: Improve my Spanish.

One year in Oslo. I have landed now. And I have learnt that I have to go out for something to drink before 9.30pm in certain parts of Oslo ... 


mandag 15. juli 2013

Summer


My parents' summer house

The sisters at the local Viking festival 

Sivert and his favourite auntie at the viking festival

 Oda and the horse at Buggegården 

The Oslo Opera House 

Very good friends at The International Museum of Children's Art

Cooking with auntie 

Hiking in Oppegaard - part 1

Hiking in Oppegaard - part 2. 

My grandmother's power nap

Cousins in Oslo