THE weather is sunnily warm, with just a slight breeze as Ellie and I board the metro to Sognsvann. There, we take a leisurely walk around one of the huge blue lakes, occasionally stopping to sit by the water. We take a little detour up a hill through the forest and emerge at a rocky outcrop at the peak, which is covered in ferns and pylons.
AFTER getting some ice cream, we sit by the edge of the lake, along with children wading and families lighting BBQs. We discuss how lovely it is that two of the girls in our room are spending the day going to art museums together after only meeting this morning. As we're discussing this happening of friendship, a girl next to us expresses a wish to wade to some rocks in the lake, but is annoyed that her skinny jeans make that impossible. At this, her friend in shorts carries her across instead of letting her get her trousers soaked.
WHEN we return to the hostel, we meet some other girls in our room whilst attempting to eat instant soup out of Tupperware. We bond over the underwhelmingness of European dancing, and the difficulty of the doors in the hostel (every one is an intensely heavy fire door! Is this really necessary?). At least some thoughts are universal.
The room is filled with laughter for the evening, and I think about the continuous wonder of meeting new people you instantly click with.
No comments:
Post a Comment