Norway in Spain

Gran Canaria is a rediculously strange place. Totally weird. It's like being in Norway, except that the mountains and the snowy May temperatures have been replaced by palm trees, deserts, 30 degrees Celcius on average and a vulcano. Same same but different, as they wisely enough would have put it in Asia. Virtually all signs are in Norwegian, Norwegian is spoken wherever you go and they have Friele kaffe, leverpostei, nugatti, sursild and Toro fiskesuppe in all shops.

It's like going away and ending up where you just came from, only that a little hot and sunny twist has been added to it.

I would never have thought of going here had it not been for the fact that we were offered an apartment free of charge for two weeks. So why not! The 5-hour flight definitively seems to be worth it: Anders and I have three bedrooms, a superb kitchen, four bathrooms, a heavily furnitured living room, a garage and a big veranda with a private swimming pool all to ourselves!

Will post some pictures later, but for now I have to go relax a bit on the beach and work on my tan. It's a hard life... I feel really sorry I skipped an exam for the benefit of this. Oh well...