So, I am in norway, I have done everything there is to do. I am complete. I have seen Henrik Ibsens house.. (Naz girls, he wrote A Dolls House). I have gone skiing cross country and fell on my face, I have eaten rice porridge and weird cheeses from goats, I have sunbathed in the snow and sat in a giant barrel full of hot water (like an old school
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