The trip to Rome had been planned for almost a year. When I started talking about my trip we decided that it would be great to meet in Rome in the beginning of the Easter holidays. I couldn't ask for better travel mates to the Eternal City: Barbara is a student of architecture and Elisabetta speaks Italian. I am blond. I left the Norwegian class in the airport in Barcelona and found my flight to Rome. As soon as I boarded the plane I was hit by a wall of noi...

Ever since I started teaching in 1999, I've been wanting to go on the class 12 school trip, because it sounded so great, all the things they get to see and experience. Off course it would never happen because I'm not teaching the older students. Until now. I was anyway going to meet the group in Barcelona and choose which things to tag along to, but when one of the teachers was prevented from going, I stepped in for her and was a finally on a class 12 trip for ...

I spend two and a half weeks at my mothers' outside of Torrevieja in Espana. Spring has been around for a while here, and it is deliciously sunny and warm. Evenings and mornings are still cool, and if it's overcast or windy I have to wear warm clothes. This is a first for me here, since I've only ever been here during the hottest time of the year before - when it feels like a desert and pretty much looks like it too. Therefore I'm especially keen to have a look...

My social calender is quickly filled up when I get back to Stavanger and I have a great time going to dinners, cafes, the cinema, birthday celebrations and everything else. I hardly get to have dinner with my brother and his family, who has been so gracious to take me in for the time I'm home. I spend a weekend at my other brother's apartment too, and I love to live in the centre of town, I enjoy the close proximity and save so much money on buses and taxis - not...

When I get up in the small hours of the morning, the streets are dark, almost empty and very cold. I only walk a little bit down the road from my hotel and then I'm at the gates of one of the seven wonders of the world: the Taj Mahal. I walk through a park littered with cold people and scruffy dogs. It's such a beautiful night; the moon is full, it's so quiet and there is a whiff of urine floating on the wind. A piece of garbage blows across the path, and the red...