It is a baroque and teutonic Hanseatic league capital. Perfect for a carnivorous chaos. Far from the maddening crowd with a robber baron’s sense of acquisition and an aristocrat’s sense of entitlement, we are seated at Bocca Grill in Bergen Norway. Eyvind and Silje third base coach me into ribbesvein aka grilled pork belly. It is Norway’s other white meat. We discuss currency spikes, political scandals and romantic shipwrecks. All messy components. We are grateful but road weary. The greatest gifts we receive are accompanied by an extraordinary amount of pain. Not tonight. We dodged a bullet. There’s always tomorrow. Tonight ribbesvein.