Donkeys, Icelandic Cursing, Prague Suburbs, and Other Things

This is my fourth time traveling to Europe. The first 2 were part of a jazz band trip sponsored by the first college I went to, which was McCook Community college in McCook, NE. Both times we did short stints in England. The second was a very crazy fucking time in Austria, Italy, France, Netherlands, and Germany. It was way too harried and riddled with crazy shit. I’m going to put this post together rather quickly, so please forgive any egregious grammar or spelling mistakes. Anyway – let’s talk about this trip. I arrived in Oslo on November 12, 2014. I immediately noticed that it was cold, and that I had no idea how to speak Norwegian or how to get anywhere. Regardless of these facts, I plunged forth into the downtown area and took a picture of a happily smiling man completely covered in pigeons. The pigeons were there because he had some sort of food held close to his face. He looked as though he had been working on cars for about a year, but again, happy, which is more than I can say for most of us.  I saw some cool things while exploring a bit of Oslo that day, including a dude playing guitar, the Nobel Peace building thing, the National Theatre, and some cool pictures by the sea made by a guy named Rodolfo (or something similar). They also had a bar called “Crow Bar,” where I payed about $13 for a beer. It was good I suppose. The most interesting aspect of the Oslo experience was how the evening played out. I stayed at the...