scandanavian sundays

i'm writing this half hanging out of the hotel lobby window while connected to the thon hotel across the street--the internet's been down in the hotel all week and of course it's a matter of ordering a part from denmark which i'm sure will come in one of those large container ships that docks outside of our window in a barge that must then be passed through five norwegian tech support guys. it's just how things are aroudn here. but they're also like this--full of salty sea spray and shadows of ships painted in the distance--and this is why we are here: to have sundays together. the rocks and fish and boats are just the icing on the chocolate cake ;) besides, doesn't owen look super in an orange wool cap? and of course, doesn't he look so so so big. . .