Over the last year or so, I've really gotten into Norwegian music. It started with Kurt Nilsen, and blossomed from there. (Kurt, by the way, has a new CD out as of Monday - it's called Push Push. I'll be ordering it from Norway, so if anyone wants to place an order, too, let me know and we can share the shipping costs.)

Standing in line at Whole Foods today, I overheard the people in the next aisle having a conversation with their cashier. They were from Norway, visiting the United States on a three-week tour. Of course, their English was impeccable. Shy one that I am, I butted in.

"You're from Norway?"

"Yes, we are!"

"That's cool. I love Norwegian music."

"Really?! Who do you listen to?"

"Odd Nordstoga, Kurt Nilsen, Sissel, Thomas Dybdahl." (How could I have forgotten Espen Lind?!?)

"Wow! I am very impressed. We will tell them when we go home that we met an American girl in the shopping mall who listens to our music!"

"Haha, ok! Enjoy your stay in the U.S.!"

"Thank you very much!"

How hot is that? I love thinking that Norway is so small that when this nice couple returns home, they'll just ring Kurt or Odd to tell them about "the American girl in the shopping mall." I love Norway.

The conversation on the ride home? Also hot!

"That was so funny. I love that they're going to 'let them know' about me. I love meeting new people. Especially foreigners."

"I hate people."

"Hahahahahahahaha! That's why I love you."

Here's the video for "Heim te Mor" by Odd Nordstoga.

I dare you not to tap your feet or clap along.