Hi guys. Now I’m back home for the christmas holiday. I spent my friday and almost the whole saturday traveling. First some hours in traffic on the way to the airport, then five hours on my ass from JFK to Iceland, where I had to run to my flight to Oslo at six in the morning. After many cups of coffee and bad food I finally arrived Bergen.

I spent the night out on the town with my girls. It was so good to see them all again and do the things we used to do. I had a great time, and the strangest thing is that I’m not even tired. I guess my body are totally confused and don’t have a clue if it’s day or night.

When I did get home my mom had made my favorite food, taco, and I almost jumped when I get to drink the cold tub water again and take a real shower (the showers at campus can’t actually be called showers, because you have to bend your knees and it smells like the swimming pool.

It’s when you are gone, you really see what you have and what you appreciate about your home country. Even how much I love to see everyone again I can really admit that I miss the city…