In case you missed it (how would you have missed it?) today is the 10th anniversary of Princess Diana's death. Which means it's time for where-were-you stories, and I think mine is particularly amusing, so I'm going first. I'd been in Norway since June, but most of that time I was in Oslo at summer school, learning to speak Norwegian. I got to Trondheim in mid-August, and was there just long enough to get into my apartment, be confused, pack again, go to work, and drive off to spend three weeks on the coast, where we were running a big experiment in a little cove. Man, it was beautiful there...if I had a scanner, I'd show you pictures.
So there I was, fresh out of college, limited social skills, everyone was speaking Norwegian, and I hadn't learned enough to even guess at the topic of conversation, most of the time. When people talked to me, they spoke English, obviously, but the rest of the time I was lost. So sometime in the afternoon on August 31, I was filtering some sea water outside when Matilde, whose English was about as good as mine, made some joke about how we should be wearing black armbands because Diana died. And I was like, who? What? And she was like, you didn't hear?
Come to think of it, it might not even have been Aug. 31. It could have been days later. I don't think we had TV there. I do remember puzzling through a tabloid article (in Norwegian) about it.
That pretty much kicked off three solid years of me not knowing what was going on around me. Ah, living in foreign countries. I love it, but it does cut you off from the world. Even when my Norwegian, and later my Japanese, got much better, following a conversation between other people was still the hardest thing.
Anyway. Anybody else have a where-were-you story?