This morning, as we were packing to leave for the bus station in Oslo, to head now to the far western side of Norway (ten hours by bus) we mused at the fact that after only one week on the road we were beginning to feel like seasoned, weathered road warriors. We were happy to have the forced rest of a ten-hour bus trip, and I am writing this blog as we travel through the magnificent, snowy terrain of Norway. We have passed along waterways with mist rising in the wintry morning air and graceful rolling hillsides covered with many feet of snow. In some areas the trees are outlined in a fine delicate shimmering ice that sparkles in the morning sunlight. Our bus driver spoke solely in Norwegian and we, of course, remained clueless to his directions. Luckily, a kind and alert bus patron interjected with a “heads up” every time we needed to change buses.
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