After a long night of attempting my Norwegian, I was one of the first to go to bed. Apparently 1:00 am is still too early for these socializing fanatics. I was also the first one to rise out of all the girls sleeping in my room, which meant that I was the first one to romantically push the window curtain aside and gaze upon the first snowfall of the year. My Narnia was here.
So what better way to experience Narnia than to go walking in it? I finally experienced my first true Norwegian hiking experience. Why?
We chose our path. There were no man-made paths or wooden signs with a map telling you to stay on the "blue" trail if you want an easy hike, or the "red" trail if you want the difficult one. This hike was simply about laughing with nature...participating in the wild, joyful party that happens every day without you or I knowing it. It's always happening, whispering little invitations in our ear to put aside our shovel and dance for a while. What joy comes to those who accept this childish insanity!
And if that isn't enough to tempt you to pull out those old hiking boots, the fresh berries are. Along with these small red berries, there were many patches of blueberries I saw along our hike--so ripe that juice gushed out of them the second you touched them. All day long I got to look down at my red-stained fingers and recall the sweet memory of our hike.
Inside the cabin, there were candles burning continuously in every room, a fire in the fireplace, a bottomless pot of coffee...
Inside the cabin, there were candles burning continuously in every room, a fire in the fireplace, a bottomless pot of coffee...
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