The tally, Scotland, Ireland and now, Norway. This past week was jam packed full of fun and memories and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. After returning from my trip to Scotland and Ireland, a good friend who is abroad in France came to stay with me. Two days later, we both flew to Norway to meet up with friends from the U.S. (on spring break from Rollins) and it was a glorious reunion. After a bit of trouble getting out of the airport (we thought we booked a bus transfer, it was actually a train, which we then missed) we eventually made it to the hotel where we were staying and were able to meet up with our other two friends. We spent the next day doing a boat tour of the Fjord in Oslo, and it was breathtaking. And in true Norwegian fashion, it snowed the entire time we were there which added to the beauty.
Then, it was back to London with my three friends in tow. And, honestly, the hardest part of the entire trip was fitting all four of us into my tiny dorm room to sleep three nights in a row. Then, the friend from France left to go on her own trip and it got a bit easier. Although, it was a lot of fun, it was reminiscent of high school and the weekly sleepovers my friends and I would have. I t also made me realize how completely adapted I am to London. I was able to show my friends around the major sight seeing areas pretty easily, I was the one who knew how to navigate the tube and that you have to stand on the right side of the escalator or people will get mad, and this fact astounded me. I never thought that London would start to feel like home, or that it would seem so familiar to me. London has always sounded like a bright shining far off place, but now it feels like a home to me. And I have to say while there may be no place like home, that doesn’t mean you can’t have more than one.