That Trip to Norway

Anyone who bothers going through the pictures I post on facebook knows that I love sheep. Ironically, I started liking them in Dublin. Can’t get less city-like than that!! A capital, for goodness sake!! Okay maybe a bigger capital, but don’t bust the ego of them Irish. They’re very proud people; or at least in my experience (imagine having your tutor just refusing to admit he was amongst the “us” when your seminar mate was talking about the British. That girl was one clueless chick. I found it hilarious). Regardless, yes… after that I went to the most… kampung place you can imagine; Durham. Maybe that was really when I started going nuts over sheep, when I was looking at my souvenirs for my friends from Ireland; I did not get them leprechaun–which would have been more unique–but sheep. Sheep!! Amni, how is Irina Friedmann? Double or single N? I can’t remember…

They just looked so cute!! And it made less sense to get them bears with shamrocks on their stomachs anyway!! Somehow I just realized, put shamrock on literally anything and it’ll be Irish (now that suddenly reminds me of a senior’s statement; put Guinness in any kind of food and it’ll be an Irish dish, even if you can’t imagine an Irish consuming it. Rendang was his choice. I thought of sambal belacan. Hahaha). Anyway, yes, sheep. I suppose the “obsession” built while I was on the train down to York, when I saw so many sheep farms!! Amagad!! And when I went to Lake District. Seriously, I never realized there were so many sheep in England!!

Imagine how wonderful it was when I woke up and realize we’re a bit lost and needed to ask for instructions. They decided to stop by at… I wouldn’t call it sheep farm though, but they did own quite a number of sheep!!! Hahaha.

I like the 6th picture best!!