*All entries have been transcribed later and taken from my Midori Traveler's Notebook*
Flight to Amsterdam wasn't until 4pm, and even though I had checked my packing a couple times, it turned out that my laptop and chargers put my suitcase 10lbs over the limit. I ended up carrying them separately from my backpack since my 15-inch laptop didn't fit in my 13-inch day pack.
Thankfully the flight wasn't delayed. Everything was okay until the in-flight meal didn't agree with me and I spent the majority of the time in a whole lot of pain and sweating up a storm. The heavy turbulence didn't help, but thankfully there were movies to distract me.
By the time we got to Amsterdam, I already looked pretty haggard. I hadn't slept, my stomach was in a tender state, and I had only 30 minutes to get to my connecting flight to Oslo. Oh, joy!
Everyone around me on the plane was Italian. They were also very loud, as Italian often are, and I spent the next flight clutching my stomach and staring out the window. I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror and was a little frightened at how pale I looked. I told myself that I would soon have my bags and be able to take a shower, and it got me through.
In Oslo, I found that my bag didn't make my flight. By now, though, I was too tired to even care and just gave the airport the information about where to deliver it when I arrived.
My accommodations in Oslo would be with a cousin of my mom's, and although I had never met them before, I was so glad to see them when they picked me up.
We went out to dinner at a restaurant overlooking the Oslo fjord, and it was beautiful. I felt gross and could barely keep my eyes open, but I was already loving the country and everything I was seeing and eating.
Sites seen: Holmenkollen ski jump, Olso fjord
Foods eaten: Airplane food, traditional Norwegian meatcakes