A week apart and a week to go

12 Aug

Children capturing jellyfish in a fjord just outside of Stavanger, Norway on what was said to probably be the hottest day they will have all year.

 

Summer always seems to slip past much faster than you can ever plan for.  There is always the relaxing beginning, gradually building up while simultaneously slowing down as the summer progresses on to the dog days.  The hot days filled with nothing.  No plans, no hope for the summer to ever end.  The days where you just wander to kill the time.  They always come close to the end, only to be shaken out of you by a whirlwind of final camping trips and last-minute road trips.  Making up for the things you didn’t do earlier like you said you had wanted to.  The big cramming of everything into the last few weeks of summer.  And then, before you know it, summer has once again slipped past you.  Both inching on and flying past with that magic that only time can seem to master.

 

 

A sailboat slipping into dock past the streets in Old Stavanger.

 

Somehow we only have one week left.  Six days to be exact.  Somehow my three-month mark was yesterday and time once again slipped me by, leaving me on the down slide to going back to the States.

The last week was where the dog days ended and the final push to the end began.  Hoping on a plane to Norway for a week and Tree going to Ufa, we reconvened in Moscow to take a full speed, four hours a day, Russian course starting the morning we flew in.  Since then we have spent our days learning Russian grammar and spending more hours than we had ever wanted commuting from one side of Moscow to the other, relearning the metro routes.

 

 

 

The time I spent in Stavanger was filled with hiking through Baltic mountains, riding bikes from one island to another, and cooking elaborate meals based on whatever the fish market was selling that day.  All leading to a beautiful, yet short trip, with a few days of running off docks into fresh fjord water to heal my shingles.  (Which, for all of you whom I scared, I am all better, so no need to worry about me anymore.)  Spending a few days with an old roommate and her husband, it was that end of summer cram of squeezing in each hike and adventure that was missed.  It was glorious and refreshing, preparing me for the real final cram.  The last week and a half of the project.

Chelsea, trail blazing up a mountain in our vain attempt to the top. Which we didn't realize ended in the sheer cliffs that we couldn't climb to finish our adventure.

View of a fjord from nearly the top of Preikestolen.

Shelling shrimp for dinner.

 

Stavanger is not a small town.  It does not have one industry.  And is not in Russia.  However, due to the stress of leaving and the major part it played in this last months decision, I’m going to post photos anyways.  And Tree will post about his week of roaming around Bashkortostan and the various adventures he had there and all along the way back up to Moscow.  We will soon take off for St. Petersburg region for one last final adventure before buckling down and starting the post-production of our project and our last semester of college.  Six days to complete all those plans we had made at the beginning of the summer, lost in those dog days.

Christine, by a favorite piece of graffiti in the industrial district of Stavanger.

2 Responses to “A week apart and a week to go”

  1. Derek August 13, 2011 at 6:11 pm #

    Ah…I haven’t been very good at keeping up here and it’s almost over. Hope you two enjoy the remaining time, and love the pictures as always.

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