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Cup of Norwegian Humilitea?

Since hopping the pond six years ago, I find myself wandering around listening to a plethora of voices inside my head. One in particular belongs to Mrs. Foy, my 4th grade math teacher who once said, `Someday your entire world will be metric.´ And she was right.

Her comment reverberates off the boundaries of my brain as I find myself following speed limits in kilometers per hour, and my car tells me how many liters of diesel I have remaining, in Swedish. I purchase my children´s clothing according to how tall they are in centimeters and get funny looks when I am unsure how much they weigh in kilograms. I once shared a cake recipe with a friend that found it puzzling that her oven does not go as high as 350 degrees. Problem resolved when I admitted I forgot to convert the temperature from Fahrenheit to Celsius.

I am a human measuring device. I can walk off a room and give a very close estimate of the square footage. This is useful when you purchase rugs for a living. My hand spread is nine inches, and my forearm is fifteen inches from elbow to fingertips. Also handy in estimating furniture size, fabric amounts, and other pertinent calculations an interior designer must provide. But now I am lost. I look confused and am often embarrassed.

Oh, I know all of the conversions and can do the math, but it is not ingrained on my brain and does not come automatically the way it did in my former world of imperial units.

And the voices in my head are making me mad as a hatter!

I pay attention though, and try to be a quick study. Food for example is priced by the kilogram, and I have noticed people in the grocery stores buy meat, coffee, etc. by the kilo.

So, imagine my surprise the day I walked to our local gourmet coffee/tea shop searching for a lovely blend of herbal tea.

Lady behind the counter: May I help you?
Me: Yes. I would like a kilo of Chai tea please.
Lady behind the counter: A Kilo?
Me (smiling confidently): Yes please.

She left the counter and went into the back room, leading me to believe all the bags on display are for decor purposes only. She returned with a giant glass container marked Chai Tea and began scooping. Upon filling one bag, she reached for another. This is where I began to clue in that it takes a lot more tea to make a kilo than coffee. Something that should have been obvious, but I simply didn´t think about it. Dream Baby often wonders if I checked my brain at the boarder.

Anyway, when she reached for the third bag I asked, How much is that?

Lady behind the counter: A hecto
Me (with decimals moving in my head): You know what? I think that will do.

I couldn´t help but giggle at myself as I walked home with my hecto of tea, imagining the tea parties my mental friends and I can look forward to.


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  1. EPIC. Pretty funny entry there….

    October 30, 2011
    • Kimberly #

      Thank you Princess! I am thrilled to meet you and look forward to getting to know you through writing!!!
      Hugs and a smooch!
      Kimberly

      October 30, 2011
  2. Tom #

    Kimberly,

    Just a quick note to say thank you for your blog.

    It’s great to read about someone who also seems to find the best in this country and can make such humorous observations on life here.

    Cheers,

    Tom

    November 2, 2011
    • Kimberly #

      Dearest Tom,
      Thank you for reading my blog, and for taking the time to write me a personal note. I am new to blogging, so as my readership progresses through it´s vital yet slow growth stage, every comment I receive means the world to me. In other words, it is nice to know there is someone out there.

      As you know, life as an expat is an adventure. There are fun times and there are tough times, but at all times, I try to believe in myself and know that I am not alone. There are expats everywhere struggling with a day´s simple routine. I try not to write on bad days, because I know most people that read my work are longing for inspiration even if only through a smile. So if there is a long time between posts, I am simply trying to find my own sunshine behind the clouds.

      Who knew this Florida girl would end up on the top of the world in Norway!

      Most sincerely,
      Kimberly

      November 2, 2011
  3. Too funny! Guess you’ll be drinking a lot of tea during these cold months! I can’t believe you used to work for Dr. Sheshee Sr.! That is just too funny!

    November 2, 2011
  4. Kimberly #

    Hahahahah, and boy do I have some Shehee Sr stories!!! I loved working for him!!!! There is enough blog material there to last a decade!

    Cheers!

    November 2, 2011
  5. UP #

    You are so very fortunate to have this experience. I’m jealous. I’m also hoping the world goes metric after I go!

    UP

    November 2, 2011
    • Kimberly #

      It is a hell of a lot easier if you are born with it;) Glad my kids have that opportunity. Living abroad is an experience of a lifetime. BUT what most do not understand is that every single small thing an expat does requires 1000 X more thought. I wish I had lived in my shoes earlier in life, when I met Josh, a Japanese mother of a classmate, or Nick from Marocco, a fellow bartender from college, or Vicki, a former Russian house-helper of mine, or Jose, my all time favorite gardener with the pink sombrero. I would have been a better friend. It isn´t easy.

      Thanks UP for reading and taking the time to comment. I´m a huge fan and follower!
      Hugs!
      PS You are welcome to visit anytime!

      November 2, 2011

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