ULLENSVANG, Norway: I'm teaching three online classes this summer: two introductions to travel writing and one advanced workshop. And, boy howdy, do they up the excitement-ante on the road.
Skipping dessert, I skulk off to critique my students' submissions. I sit on a circular dock protruding into the fjord my own private island until rain threatens the iBook. I work in a quiet backwater of the lounge for a while.
I retreat to my room, editing late in the night. Overwhelmed, I finally sleep four hours, race downstairs for a quick swim, then back to the room. Forget breakfast. I graze from the complimentary bowl of cherries. Edward's promised to smuggle some bread and cheese from the buffet too. Good man.
Finished. Yes! And a whole ten minutes before the bus leaves.
I log onto the wifi. And naturally it doesn't work.
I laugh and laugh, because it's better than crying.