A week ago I was in Oslo meeting up with friends and family. This is my first semester break which mean that I survived my first semester in med school. What a feeling..! I'm not sure if I want to cry or celebrate. During my weekend in Oslo I did both I guess. Everything started at the airport when Vetle surprised me. I was headed to the train to meet up with him in the city center, and did not expect that someone was greeting me at the airport. He was standing on the outside with a "Frode" sign (try to type "Fride" for the first time on your Iphone with a norwegian keyboard and see what happens). The problem was that I didn't see him at all, so he had to start running to catch up with me. When I finally turned around and realized that he had been waiting for me, I started to cry. Not the cute "Hey, nice to see you again"-cry, but more the sobbing/break down type. I'm not sure how long we were hugging and crying before I could catch my breath to say hello. I really missed this amazing boy. We headed back to Oslo together and managed to spend some time together before Per arrived later that evening.
During the next few days I met a lot of nice people, both family and friends. First me and Per met one of my best friends, Katarina, from my home town. She still lives in Oslo and we both count the days until I can move back there. Next up was lunch with my uncle and aunt . We had a tight schedule but still managed to spend a few hours together. I'm really lucky to have so many wonderful people in my life, and it's quite sad that I don't get to see them that often. Since we didn't have a lot of time, we invited some friends out to dinner on Saturday night. We booked a table at Lofthus Samvirkelag because Vetle recommended the pizza there. Truth be told - he was right. I tried the with pizza with chicken, and it was so so so good. So now we both recommend to try the pizza at Lofthus.
The evening turned out to be a celebration of my birthday as well as a reunion. I was enjoying my wine when all of a sudden the waiter arrived at the table with a cake with fireworks. They started to sing Happy Birthday, and during the next seconds the rest of the restaurant was singing as well. I remember feeling a bit embarrassed, but tremendously grateful. The actual birthday party started earlier that evening at Vetle's place. Suzanne, a truly beautiful person on the outside and inside, showed up to the pre party with a super cute unicorn pinata. I never hit a pinata before, but after several tries the cute unicorn broke apart to release all the candy. It was a very cool pre party game, and a sweet birthday gift.
I'm very grateful for my intense but amazing weekend in Oslo. Vetle was the perfect host for me and Per, and neither one of us wanted to leave. Being around all these beautiful and kind people made me miss Oslo even more. I feel so blessed to have every single one of them in my life, and I look forward to create new memories with them as soon as possible.