Feelin' the love.

Wow. Just wow. It is amazing how much love people have the ability to show. Sometimes I wonder if the things I do for other people can really communicate how much I care for them. I can tell you right now that while I don't know how well I can communicate my love, other people are doing a phenomenal job. My love language is quality time and I don't think I've been alone for the last two weeks. So many people love me! I think I understood that in some subconscious way, but just so so many people have brought me treats or texted or called or taken me out, and I feel like I don't deserve it! Like yeah, I'm going through a hard time, but that happens to everybody! But it just feels good to have my self-esteem bolstered by a lot of people when I thought it was gone for good.

People who went the extra mile: Annie, Tyler, Marky, Daniel, and Kallie for always listening; Ellen and Caitlin for being my best friends and knowing just what to say; Zac for helping me have the best weekend, besides camp, of the whole summer; Jenica for her spiritualness; Alana, Sarah, and Ashley for being the best roommates ever and keeping the apartment clean always; Trevor for taking me out; Matt for the peanut butter M&Ms; Corinne and Mario for feeding me and meeting up with me on campus; my extended and immediate family for the calls and emails... the list goes on and on. Y'all rock. Literally.

Check out Ephesians 3:14-21 and 3 Nephi 9:13. Lots of good stuff in there. Anyways, posts to come in the near future: Camp Kesem and Kanosh. Yeeeehaw.

You know you're in Maine when...

So I was in Maine for just few weeks, living at the parent's house, and there was quite a few instances where something would happen and I'd think to myself, "Only in Maine..." Hopefully you'll be able to get a feel for why I love Maine by reading this. 

I know I'm in Maine when

none of the houses have air conditioning.

the birds are your alarm clock... at 4 am.

running is enjoyable because of the views.

I only leave my house to go grocery shopping with my mom.

all meals have at least one component picked straight from the garden (peas, blueberries, cucumbers, raspberries, etc).

ice cream is eaten at least twice a day.

lobster is cheaper than chicken ($3.25/lb!)

it's exciting to see a cruise ship from the front window.

the hill on Scott Dyer is the biggest one around.

going to the lake is more exciting than the beach.

Songs I like.

Won't Give In Finn Brothers

Other Side of the World KT Tunstall

Mr. Pitiful Matt Costa

Something like Olivia John Mayer

Right Me Up State Radio

Violet Hill Coldplay

Peace Train Cat Stevens (don't watch the video unless you want a headache)

Norge: Paradise.

The first time I heard Paradise by Coldplay, Sam was playing it on the piano. He’s pretty good. Then I heard it for real when Noah was driving Anne, Robert and I into the hills of Santa Barbara for our backpacking trip between winter semester and spring term in April. It was really catchy! I found myself humming it as I jogged to keep up with Robert’s quick pace. Since I’ve been traveling the fjords of Norway, I’ve heard Paradise in a surprising amount of places: coming out of a car in Dover, England, where the cruise began; blaring from the headphones of a fellow weight-lifter in the gym on the ship; and in more than one restaurant I’ve passed while in Norway. And really, the song is rather fitting to describe my experience in this Scandinavian country.

Now, if I was a travel agent who only told what I knew from personal experience from traveling to Norway once, this is what I would tell you.

Oslo- Get the Oslo pass. It’s about $40 USD (260 NOK), half off if you’re a senior citizen, and it gets you 24 hours on all the public transportation  while doubling as a pass into a lot of the museums, including the FolkMuseum, the Kon-tiki, the Viking Museum, and the Fram. They’re all across from the cruise terminal on a peninsula, so start by taking a ferry and walking the ten minutes to the Folk Museum, an outdoor museum that’s taken entire villages from throughout the history of Norway and set them up all in one place; you can walk through villages from 1200 to 1800 AD. In many of the houses were men and women dressed to the period, sometimes knitting or baking Lefse, delicious bread, and all ready to answer any questions you might have. The Viking Museum was just up over the hill, housing four Viking ships that were preserved, some better than others, in burial mounds from the Viking period, around 1000 AD. A short bus ride brings you to the Kon-tiki, a boat that carried anthropologist Heyerdahl from Peru to a Polynesian island, and the accompanying museum that housed his other ships. The Fram, another ship, is right next door; it was famous for its voyages into the ice-clogged waterways of the Artic. Be careful of buying souvenirs here; Oslo is definitely one of the most expensive cities in the world, with a Big Mac carrying a price tag of $18 USD.

Folk Museum

Kristiansand- Little island that is obviously a vacation destination for Norwegians. Over five miles of trails take adventurous hikers to lighthouses and old outposts from WWII. Watch your step and enjoy the view. This town is most reminiscent of Maine.

Stavanger- A ferry and bus ride bring you to the base camp for Pulpit Rock (preikestolen), which may be the best view in Norway. A 2 hour hike at a leisurely pace through meadows, past glacial lakes, and up boulders brings you to the flat sheer precipice 600m above the fjord below. You can’t imagine looking down that until you do it. The only downfall is the amount of other hikers. I’d advise against purchasing a boat ride to it; because of its height, it doesn’t look like much from the water. You gotta hike it to truly experience Preikestolen.

From the top.

From the bottom.

Ulvik- Get there early enough and you can be one of the lucky ones to rent one of the five bikes from the tourist office! It’s a little town at the end of a huge fjord. Beautiful roads to run or bike along. It’s biggest attraction is its proximity to the HardangerNational Park, which was a ferry and bus ride away; plan transportation time in if you’re going to make it over there. Hardanger boasts many hikes, particularly the Trolls Tongue which is pictured on all the advertisements.

Ulvik. All of it.

Eidefjord- Go to the tourist information building and get the very helpful girls there to suggest a hike for your ability and time constraints. The Viking burial grounds, the oldest in Norway, are apparently very elusive, even with map in hand, but there are also old churches to be found on another hike. All the buildings are picturesque and seem to be perfectly maintained. New building happening at the edge of town shows growth.

Alesund- After almost completely burning down on Saturday, January 23, 1904, the rebuilding of Alesund was done all in 1905 and 1906 by mostly German-trained builders, so the city has an odd yet charming uniformity. Definitely one of the bigger cities. The observation building on top of the hill that juts to the right of the city offers a view that is definitely worth the 418 steps up. Aalesund Museum offers a history of the area with many items from the area during the 1800s and explanations of why fishing and boats are so important to the city. The Sunnmore Museum is similar to the Folk Museum in Oslo in that it has taken old villages from other parts of Norway and put them together. You can walk in many of the old houses, but there aren’t people to explain things to you. Sunnmore also has the Borgen Church and an indoor museum on the upper floors of the building where you buy tickets.  Beware: none of the museums mentioned above have English subtitles; all exhibit explanations were in Norwegian. They usually have some of the captions translated into English at the beginning of exhibits in separate pamphlets, but it’s frustrating to try and figure out which part of the pamphlet goes with which parts of the exhibit.

Alesund building style.

Amazing view from the observation building.

Geiranger- Voted most iconic travel destination in 2011 by National Geographic, and with good reason. Quick hikes give beautiful views over a narrow, steep fjord with the town at the end. Again, the tourist information booth is the place to go. There are lots of hikes here. There’s a waterfall that you can walk behind, which is a bus ride away and would be my choice for my next trip. Buy postcards here! Only 5 NOK versus 6-10 NOK everywhere else.

Bergen- The Hanseatic Museum you need a private tour to really appreciate; again, no subtitles in English, but the tours are in English. We lucked out and were able to tag along with a couple who had already asked (and paid for, I’m assuming) for a private tour. The Rosenkrantz Tower was neat because it was built in the 16^th century, and had some good exhibits, but after the views we had been getting from the tops of places, it was a little disappointing to just see our cruise ship and the other four ships in the harbor. The fishery museum (MuseumVest) is in an old warehouse that held fish from the 16^th-18^th centuries, so that’s cool as long as you can get past the smell. Also, getting a ticket at either the Hanseatic Museum or the fishery museum also gives you half place at the other museum.

Houses of the Hanseatic League.

Overall impressions: The tourist information buildings are your best bet for accurate information and free wifi. Only Geiranger didn’t have free wifi, but they did have public computers for 1 NOK per minute of internet access. The people who work there speak English well and want to help you have a good time in their country. Everyone seems to speak English, from the bus drivers to the cashiers in grocery stores. Take a boat cruise to see the Seven Sisters and the Suitor waterfalls in the fjords. If not that, just pick a fjord and cruise for a few hours. You won’t regret it, and you won’t see anything else like the lush green, the stark rock, and the floating waterfalls anywhere else. Also, apparently it usually is constantly raining in Norway (we lucked out big time; I only got soaked once); dress accordingly so you can still enjoy your time without worrying about the sun—or lack thereof. Take advantage of the long days. I haven’t seen it get dark since I got here.

At the end of the day, or rather the two weeks I spent here, I would hesitate only slightly to say Norway is my kind of paradise. Usually the word brings images of beaches with horizons dotted with palm trees, maybe a smoothie in hand. But the rustic and untamed beauty of the fjords, the serenity and separate-ness of Norway; well, it’s far more up my alley than a beach in the Caribbean.  I’ve always been some combination of homebody (who likes to travel) and introvert, and the lifestyle of many people in Norway seems to fit that description quite well. Houses and farms appear like magic on some of the less steep hills of the fjords, and I can’t help but want to live there for a while, away from everything and everyone else.

Hernan and Audrey.

Hernan and Audrey, 19 June 2012

From my journal that day:

"The temple continues to amaze me. Audrey and Hernan’s sealing was beautiful. I hope Grandpa can seal me as well. There are some incredible promises made. Just being in the temple with my family made tears come. I love my family."

I'm grateful for Audrey and Hernan for several reasons. They've set a good example to me as a couple, reinforcing the decisions made by my other sisters: the temple is the only place I should be married. Then, as individuals: Audrey is consistently sweet and patient and hardworking, while Hernan is service-oriented and ambitious. They'll do great things together, especially with that little bundle of joy named Niko by their side. 

Official wedding pictures (by Miriam Hermansen) are still coming, but below are some from the day and the reception (16 June) in my backyard in Maine.

Boston temple.

Corinne, Camille, Ashley, Audrey, Mom, Sam, me, Dad!

The new happy family. Isn't Niko adorable :)

I learned how to tie those bows!

Me, Niko, Corinne, Audrey, Hernan, Mom and Gwen,  Dad, Dallin and Camille, Eric, Julia, Sam, Byron and Ashley

I really just wanted the chocolate fountain, but Eric stuffing
his face is a bonus. It was delectable!

Camille's masterpiece. 

Cutting the cake.

Hernan's sister Vivi got to come all the way from Argentina!
Su hijo Benjamin era como un angel.

Catching up.

Spring Term (yes, this was a while ago)

Eight credits of A, 21 miles of Grand Canyon, and three weeks of vegan later, spring term has finally come to a surprisingly uneventful end. Here’s a description of some hi-lites:

School

I was initially worried about taking eight credits during a spring term, but I had nothing to worry about. Theories of International Relations (Pl Sc 370) turned out to be more interesting and less work than anticipated (great combination); Persuasive Writing (Eng 312) from Heidi Yates was one of my easier classes at BYU, which was fortunate because I found out six weeks into the course I didn’t actually need to take it, and it taught me an interesting new way to write (point last); Mission Preparation (Rel C 130) was really useful for helping me understand how to use Preach my Gospel more effectively, except now with the decision stated below, it won’t be as directly applicable as I had been planning. It was a good combination of classes since I didn’t sleep very much and I was out and about a lot.

Rim to Rim Grand Canyon

Over the long weekend in May for Memorial Day, Anne, Ellen, Addison and I made the trek to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon where we met up with Anne’s siblings Robert and Sage, and their friend who had just hiked up from the South Rim that day. We camped out (Ellen’s first time!) in some random windy woods and tried to get some sleep before our 4:15 wake up alarm. On the trail by 5:20, we quickly warmed up as we passed Cottonwood (6 miles in) and Phantom Ranch (14 miles in) before crossing the Black Bridge for the last 7 mile, 6,000 foot elevation increase to get back out of the Canyon. There were some tears and probably some profanity, but we all made it in one piece. I can’t talk about hiking rim to rim without mentioning the sheer magnitude of that canyon. It is beyond comprehension and despite this being my third trip there, I want to go back again next year - and maybe do it like this guy suggests. Never have I felt so happy to feel so insignificant.

Addison, Anne, Ellen, me, and Robert at the end! So fun.

Black bean burgers and
potato-pepper kebabs.

21 Day Vegan Challenge

Ellen and I took up a 21-day Vegan Challenge, which was mentioned previously but never expounded on. I lost 10 lbs and maybe started liking vegetables a little more! Also, talk about successful experiment. I went in hoping to see any difference in my energy levels; I felt great the whole diet. I may have dreamed about cheese a few times and missed out on a few hamburgers at barbecues, but all in all I don’t regret it in the least. And we got to expose all our friends do the delicious options allowed to vegans in the form of a vegan barbecue. Some of our favorite recipes were the Chai Spice Pancakes, Black Bean Chili, Mango Salsa, and Curried Tomato Lentil Soup.

Sports

I love spring term because classes are free (for me) and usually easier, everyone’s happy with the warmth (except when it’s really hot and we don’t use our AC), and ultimate intramurals are happening. My team was great this year, and despite (or because of?) my overconfidence, we didn’t even get close to a championship shirt. I also revived what little softball skills I have to play for an Orem City League team, called Hoffman Tax and Accounting. I remembered why I hadn’t put on my glove earlier than this year: I don’t like playing things I’m bad at. But I couldn’t help getting carried away by the game. It felt good to bunt it down the third base line (lucky hit, not going to lie), tag a runner out at home, and run around the bases (usually after getting walked to first; I can’t hit for beans).

Deferment

While I mention events or things I did in the above summary of spring, there was a lot happening behind the scenes. Deferment basically means I’ve decided to postpone my mission for six months, effectively pushing my MTC departure date back from July 25 to January 25. Had the thought of deferment crossed my mind before I submitted my papers at the end of March, I would not have submitted them in the first place, but such is life. The reason for my decision comes in the form of a guy named Ben Young, an outstanding young man who I’ve had the pleasure of dating since May 4. It was an unexpected and difficult decision to make, but in the process I’ve learned a lot and I’m excited to see what happens come fall semester and beyond. Unfortunately for me, Ben is spending July and August taking classes at Cambridge, but there are always lessons to be learned from long distance :) Or so I tell myself.

The Writing Center

I wrote this post a little while ago, but just never posted it. I did like being a grammar tutor, so here’s in remembrance of when I had a job:

Being a grammar tutor has been a very interesting experience. This may be common sense—I’m good with some common sense, but not really the social kind—but I feel like all English majors are really liberal. Ok, maybe not all, but at least the loud ones.  Quotes overheard at work today (or the past few days):

“Go to h***!”

“I know C.S. Lewis is the thirteenth Apostle, but he’s really not that great.”

“Jesus is definitely a male, but because of the things he has to relate to as a god, I wouldn’t say he’s a man.”

“D*** it!”

“Would you rather know what your career was going to be or who you were going to marry?” “Career.” “Career.” “Career.” (This continued around the table. Apparently English majors are as confident in their job options as IR majors.)

“I’m late to everything. I wish I lived in Senegal.”

“Some people are leftovers from when they had different hiring standards. Like Randy Bott.”

“Let the white male with authority tell you how it’s done.”

This is my favorite book.

Also fantastic.

In any case, they are really intelligent; being able to write is a fantastic skill that I never realized was in such short supply. I credit my average writing abilities to reading over 500 books by the time I was 7. I hope love-of-reading is genetic so that I can tell all my kids to read my favorite young adult books: the Dragon’s blood series by Jane Yolen, the Merlin series by T. A. Barron, the Redwall series by Brian Jacques, any book by Tamora Pierce, the Ender series by Orson Scott Card (not going to lie, I just read those for the first time this Christmas. Best Christmas ever.) The list goes on and on. Then they can move on to the authors I like as an “adult,” like Dan Brown, John Grisham, Malcolm Gladwell, Bryce Courtney, Barbara Kingsolver, David McCullough, and so many others.

I guess what I’m trying to say is I love reading, I enjoyed being a grammar tutor, and I’m excited to teach my children how to read.