Peace, Love, and Lutefisk: Adventures i Norge

I feel like I have now take the last step in embracing the Norwegian culture: I have a Norwegian rock boy haircut!



Yes, an exciting day in Tromsø. I called to Nikita where Rachel's roommate Vibeke works as a frisør, or haircutlady as I call them. I did what I've always wanted to do. I walked in, sat down, and told her to do whatever she thought would look best. I got the Cadillac treatment with a hair wash/massage, two chocolates, and a cup of coffee while we chatted and transformed me into hip Norwegian boy with slightly shaggy, waxed forward, artfully messy hair. I think she did a great job. I'm excited to have a new dew!

Tomorrow I will turn in my exam and then I'll get to compare hairstyles with other teenagers because I'm going to a 4 day YMCA camp 2 hours from Tromsø. I'm going to relive the Luther College Gospel Choir days by directing two gospel pieces. I will also be in charge of sports time during which I'm going to teach them how to play ultimate. I hope its as fun as it sounds.

Off for beauty sleep to compliment my Euro-dew.