Part of me can't believe I am actually here and another part of me just feels like this is totally normal...I don't feel like I'm in another country. Staying in a home...with my family, though we've only just met, makes me feel so at ease. I can't describe it, but all I can say is it doesn't feel strange or foreign. Sept. 4 I had a very easy flight from Switzerland, stopped in Amsterdam and arrived in Norway Saturday evening. Jesper, my cousin (a little younger than my parents) was to pick me up. Recognizing each other from our exchanged photos, I connected with my cousin, a tall, athletic looking man in his early 50's in trendy, fitted red jeans. We packed my luggage in the trunk of his little red Mazda Miata and raced along ... read more