{"id":143,"date":"2008-02-01T09:32:49","date_gmt":"2008-02-01T15:32:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pages.stolaf.edu\/dorer\/?p=143"},"modified":"2014-10-03T10:27:06","modified_gmt":"2014-10-03T15:27:06","slug":"my-brazilian-weegieperience","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pages.stolaf.edu\/dorer\/2008\/02\/01\/my-brazilian-weegieperience\/","title":{"rendered":"My Brazilian Weegieperience"},"content":{"rendered":"

As a Norwegian teacher, I am constantly asked if Norway really is the best place in the world, as the UN claims. I\u2019ve never liked this question. I secretly roll my eyes every time I hear these words despite the genuine interest. I try to keep it to myself, but knowing how expressive I am, it is likely written all over my face. My standard answer is something like \u201csome things better, some things worse, all depending on your political stance, your relationship with alcohol, sex, work versus leisure time, and your personality I suppose\u201d.<\/span>

I thought I had grown accustomed to both my American and Norwegian lives… as a native American (not Native American), I\u2019ve spoken some degree of Norwegian for over 25 years and I have spent somewhere between 3.5 to 4 of the last 14 years in Norway. I have visited friends and family in more random countryside valleys and suburbs of Oslo than most Norwegians. But, I still note countless differences that separate the two cultures. But, with the exception of<\/span>r\u00f8mmegr\u00f8t<\/span>, changing clothes on the beach, and wishing everyone used a\u00a0<\/span>dynetrekk<\/span>, I tend to accept the differences.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Dissertating in the hammock.<\/p><\/div>\n

It is January and my Brazilian Weegieperience in Buzios, \u201cLittle Norway\u201d is well underway. I am trying to take in a new Norwegian experience, not a\u00a0<\/span>nynorsk<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>opplevelse<\/i>\u00a0as much as a\u00a0<\/span>ny<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>norsk<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>opplevelse<\/i>. It feels somewhat awkward to speak Norwegian in a place that doesn\u2019t feel Norwegian, despite the hodgepodge of\u00a0<\/span>tr\u00f8ndersk<\/span>,\u00a0<\/span>\u00f8stlandsk<\/span>, and\u00a0<\/span>nord<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>norsk<\/span>\u00a0that I\u2019m taking in. This makes me think about what Norway feels like and what I wish it would be…<\/span>

Imagine a Norway where despite it only being a 5-minute walk to the nearest corner store, it takes over an hour each way because there are so many genuine inquires as to how your day was and if you have plans for dinner, or if you would at least like to have a drink.<\/span>

Imagine a Norway where the only description of skin color is related to poor SPF use.<\/span>

Imagine a Norway where no one cares if you hang your laundry out to dry on a bright Sunday afternoon. And, after you\u2019re done hanging out your laundry, you go to the store and to the bank, and maybe even call to get your satellite fixed.<\/span>

Imagine a Norway where the citizens are so proud of their heritage that they proudly paint their houses in red, white and blue and buy matching patio furniture.<\/span>

Imagine a Norway where when drunk, you don\u2019t have to remind yourself what the word for \u201ccheers\u201d is, it is written right on the side of the beer can in large red letters.<\/span>

Imagine a Norway where you know that the corner storeowner doesn\u2019t speak Norwegian as her first language, and it is still very new to her, but she is praised for any attempt she makes.<\/span>

Imagine a Norway where the bus driver reminds you when it is your stop, not because you told him where you\u2019re headed, but because he thinks you look like someone who would live there because you have eyes the color of the ocean.<\/span>

Imagine a Norway where there isn\u2019t a need for meteorological propaganda such as\u00a0<\/span>\u201cdet finnes ikke d\u00e5rlig v\u00e6r, bare d\u00e5rlig kl\u00e6r\u201d.\u00a0<\/span>

Imagine a Norway where your most challenging daily task is finding where\u00a0<\/span>grovbr\u00f8d<\/span>\u00a0is sold.<\/span>

Imagine a Norway where you take a never-ending stroll on the beach. Not what Norwegians sometimes confuse with the rock-stone-pebble combination that is harder to walk on than stilts, but a beach-beach with actual sand.<\/span>

Imagine a Norway where when the power goes out, everyone says, \u201coh isn\u2019t that nice, we get to use our\u00a0<\/span>stearinlys<\/span>.\u201d And, when the power comes back on, everyone cringes and says \u201cwhat a pity, it was cozy while it lasted\u201d.<\/span>

Imagine a Norway where the food has color and taste, aka no boiled fish and potatoes.<\/span>

I have always longed for this type of Norwegian experience- one where I wasn\u2019t looked upon as the village idiot for smiling slightly at passersby, where neighbors come by in the evening when they didn\u2019t see you all day long, just to make sure you are safe and sound. But, more than anything, I\u2019ve longed for a Norwegian experience that I could afford.<\/span>

However, the most beneficial part of my Brazilian Weegieperience was learning what a\u00a0<\/span>ferie<\/span>\u00a0actually is. I now realize that we Americans have as little of an understanding for what a vacation is as Norwegians for what a beach is. A real\u00a0<\/span>ferie<\/span>\u00a0is not one week long. A real\u00a0<\/span>ferie<\/span>\u00a0involves eating lots of ice cream. A real\u00a0<\/span>ferie<\/span>\u00a0means beer whenever you want it. A real\u00a0<\/span>ferie<\/span>\u00a0is not defined by how many cities you can possibly visit in the least amount of time, but rather by how the experience makes you feel at the end of the day. A real\u00a0<\/span>ferie<\/span>\u00a0is feeling like although you wish you could retire at 32, you are ready and willing to go back to work, even if that means writing your dissertation.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

As a Norwegian teacher, I am constantly asked if Norway really is the best place in the world, as the UN claims. I\u2019ve never liked this question. I secretly roll my eyes every time I hear these words despite the genuine interest. I try to keep it to myself, but knowing how expressive I am, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":901,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[4,5,6],"class_list":["post-143","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-work-blog","tag-dissertating","tag-ferie","tag-weegies"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pages.stolaf.edu\/dorer\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/143","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pages.stolaf.edu\/dorer\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pages.stolaf.edu\/dorer\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pages.stolaf.edu\/dorer\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/901"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pages.stolaf.edu\/dorer\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=143"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/pages.stolaf.edu\/dorer\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/143\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":148,"href":"https:\/\/pages.stolaf.edu\/dorer\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/143\/revisions\/148"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pages.stolaf.edu\/dorer\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=143"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pages.stolaf.edu\/dorer\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=143"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pages.stolaf.edu\/dorer\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=143"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}