Wagon Wheel

I keep ditching the optional group activities (drinking at Riis, drinking at the club, a party with crazy drinking, and drinking at Peppe's), but I've gotten a lot out of this trip anyway, I think. I feel like Norway's a part of me. Some of it has absolutely sucked, but only the parts when I was required to be with the school group. It's sad when I feel more accepted by Norwegians then I ever have by NSA. But I think I'm ok with it. On the way here I overheard two NSA girls in front of me complaining about having to fly coach, since it was a school trip and not a trip with their parents. Then when I got here I realized that my host, Elin, is one of the most grateful and considerate people I have ever met in my life, and she has some of the most loving parents. They jokingly told me I have to wheel my suitcase to the bus tomorrow at 6 in the morning because they don't want me to leave, so they're not taking me. And they talked about how my family must be so excited to have me home. I hope they're as excited to have me home as Arild and Agnette were to have me here.