til Trondheim

So here I am in the Bergen airport again waiting for a flight at an ungodly hour of the morning. For the third time now I ran to Fjøsanger Miljølokk in the dark because normal buses don't run at this hour, but the flybussen does. There's that cringeworthy double article mixing the languages gives us again. I tried to order a venti mørk kaffe at the Starbucks here, but she thought I wanted a mocha so I had to switch to English. At least Starbucks is open. Nothing else here is at this hour. My last two early flights outta here were to Athens in October and Tromsø last month. In both cases I had some of the fam with me. Alas, despite my entreaties Cara was unwilling to make this a date weekend, so I am left to fend for myself as I was in Stavanger in August. I'm actually not super horrible at traveling alone, I just prefer company. And, considering that I'll be in Ohio next week, it would have been nice to be together.

C'est la vive. As Cara gets further into her career, she's enjoyed our time apart more and more. Can't say I blame her. I exhaust myself sometimes! I've taken more trips this past year without her than any other. She also refused my invite to Vegas this past November and I still haven't convinced her to take of a few days to come with the kids and I to Paris next month. Zara has been learning French this year in school and I wanted to give her a chance to shine like Maxwell does wherever we go that requires norsk. I want to give her the opportunity to explain things to him the way he so often does for her. I'm also curious how my own français does on the continent. I've plied it successfully in Canada many a time, but the Quebecquois are supposedly to the French as rustic as we southerners are to the English. Then again, I haven't been to England either.