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AFTER WE ARRIVED IN OSLO, DAD CALLED UP GRANDMA AND GRANDPA FROM THE AIRPORT.  THERE WAS TOO MUCH SNOW FOR GRANDPA TO GET HIS CAR OUT, SO THEY WERE GOING TO MEET US AT THE TRAIN STATION IN A TAXI.

THE TRAIN RIDE FROM OSLO TO STOKKE WAS QUITE AN EXPERIENCE.  THIS WAS THE EVENING OF EASTER MONDAY, WHICH IS A HOLIDAY IN NORWAY, AND EVERYONE–MOSTLY YOUNG PEOPLE WHO HAD BEEN SKIING IN THE MOUNTAINS, WAS GOING HOME FROM THEIR EASTER WEEK-END.  THIS WAS WORSE THAN THE RUSH HOUR IN THE NEW YORK SUBWAYS.  EVERYONE HAD BAGGAGE AND THE TRAINS STOPPED ABOUT EVERY 5-10 MINUTES.  AFTER ABOUT TWO HOURS, WE ARRIVED IN DRAMMEN, WHICH IS ABOUT HALF-WAY.  BY THIS TIME, WE ONLY HAD ABOUT HALF OF THE PASSENGERS LEFT.  WE CHANGED TRAINS HERE AND AFTER ABOUT HALF AN HOUR, WE WERE ABLE TO GET SEATS.  ANOTHER HOUR AND WE WERE AT STOKKE AND GRANDPA AND GRANDMA WERE THERE TO MEET US.  IT WAS ONE O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING, BUT THERE WAS A FULL MOON AND A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT.  IN A FEW MINUTES WE WERE IN “ENGEN” (THAT’S THE NAME OF GRANDMA AND GRANDPA’S HOUSE).

THIS IS GRANDMA AND GRANDPA’S HOME–YOU SEE GRANDMA AND ME IN THE FRONT YARD.