My "interview" with Norwegian authorities wasn't an interview. We went to the mall to a self-service photo booth and had my photo taken. NK thinks my photo is hysterical - great. I do look a little goofy because I didn't (can't) read Norwegian very fast or well and since I didn't save the first photo quickly enough the booth re-took my photo. Just as it was ready re-take the photo JH stuck his head in to "help" me read. The photo almost caught JH with his head in front of my head. In 1995 at a mall in West Des Moines JH and I sat in a photo booth at a mall and took photos. I still have them - somewhere in a container in the North Atlantic. Anyway, I started laughing because the photo caught us by surprise. Oh well - this is just the photo that will be on my bank card, my drivers license and my "green"/immigration card. I might as well look happy. VERY happy.
The office at the Police Station for immigration opened at noon. We were there by about 12:20 and we had about 7 groups/families/individuals in front of us. My guess is that we waited 45 minutes until it was our turn. The lady in front of us was European, and the rest of the groups in front of us and then in the line that formed behind us were all Eurasian, Asian and North African. Or, at least from the languages I heard and the burkas and Asian-dress that is my guess.
The diversity excited me - because it was noon and I thought of one thing. Asian food! With all these Eurasians they need to shop somewhere. There must be an Asian/Middle Eastern supermarket and I am going to find it!
NK was bored while waiting in line. I thought it moved faster than I expected. Since JH is a Norwegian citizen, and NK is a dual citizen (US and Norway) I was the only "immigrant". The policewoman said my immigration request to live and work in Norway should be processed in 2- months. Wow. The website says 4-8. Is there anyway they can slow this down so I can continue to sleep-in. Kidding.
All immigrants must go through a 300 hour course of language and culture. My classes start in late August. The classes are paid for by the Norwegian government. And, I can extend the classes by a few THOUSAND hours if I need it. Let's hope that I don't need it. By random conversation classes and advanced Norwegian will be nice - if needed.
The immigration process was so efficient and pleasant. I remember being terrified when we drove to Kansas City for JH's immigration interview. We had heard horror stories about rejections and grumpy US Immigration officials. Of course my worries were unfounded and we spent about 5 minutes in our "interview". We spent the rest of that afternoon in KC shopping on the plaza.
NK and I are still trying to get acclimated to Norway and to Gjovik. Norwegians love to speak English to me - so much so that it could EASILY become a crutch. At the supermarket and stores and offices they quickly switch to English as soon as they hear NK and I talking with one another. They even stalk me and help me. This is a nice town. Nice people. It is clean and beautiful and very pleasant.
The super markets do have a huge amount of international foods (I am still going to find the Asian grocery this week - I know it exists - somewhere). Food is somewhat more expensive than in the US - not a lot. The meat is the most expensive. Beef, chicken, turkey, horse (deli meats), pork, and NK's favorite...fish. The breads are great. They are all fresh so they have a short shelf life. For the most part you can select your own bread and then put it in the slicing machine. I am still weary about the slicing machine - but I will be a veteran...soon.
We have not been able to find an apple sauce NK likes. He likes the smooth US style. The apple sauce here is chunky and he doesn't like it. We have found peanut butter...Skippy not his favorite (creamy Jif). NK's favorite sandwich that he eats for breakfast, lunch and dinner is fish cakes with peanut butter on crustless bread. Here is a link for a fishcake (fiskekaker) recipe,
http://www.matoppskrift.no/sider/recipe_11746.aspBy the way - this is the wettest/rainiest summer in Southern Norway for the last 104 years. It was rainy when we left Kansas. My guess is that the rain has followed us.
Still, no word on Forrest. FREE FORREST!
And FYI, I heard on the news that a container ship sank near Iceland. I hope it wasn't the one with everything I own on it. Blah.