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Ski trip

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Skiing.
I had never been skiing before in my life, but Ingvild's family thought it would be a good idea to take me cross-country skiing at the site of the 1952 winter Olympics. On a ten kilometer course. With expert skiiers. Good plan, Bjonnes family.

Naturally, I almost die, but the scenery is breathtaking. Ingvild's mom makes hot chocolate, Norway-style, which is actually just melted chocolate. Hardcore. It's surprisingly warm out once you start moving, so we all ski in short sleeves. I wear gloves because the ice is cutting up my hands (I keep falling, unsurprisingly), but other than that not much to keep me warm. March in Oslo in the snow - who knew? I figured I'd be freezing.

We stayed at a friend of the family's cabin. The snow was beautiful and the cabin was really warm and pleasant. They made traditional Norwegian food for dinner and talked about Ibsen with me. The only uncomfortable part of the trip was the language barrier. Sure, everyone speaks English, but you don't want to make an entire dinner party converse in a second language just so you can follow along. On the other hand, if they don't, you feel really unincluded. It's a strange challenge.
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Skiing.
Skiing.
More skiing. 10 km, and my very fi…
More skiing. 10 km, and my very f…
Ingvild, her mom, and me.
Ingvild, her mom, and me.
Cabin!
Cabin!
Ski trip!
Ski trip!
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