My wonderful weekend!

There's a saying that goes like this: Norwegians are born with skis on their feet. I've always loudly disagreed with this saying, as I've never loved the down hills and never been much of a cross countrier either. Did some in my childhood, but mainly for the hot chocolate and oranges. 

This weekend we went on a trip, 101 of us, the youth group in my church, and all saturday was tagged skiing, snowboarding and fun. I meant to cancel my day card, but somehow I didn't. You see, I've tried snowboarding, and I've tried slalom, and every single time I find myself half way down, stuck, lump in throat, tears in eyes, scared as heck, regretting big time my momentary glimpse of courage that made me go on to that elevator in the first place. I remember spending one and a half hour just getting down once. My balance is way off and there's just something wrong every time I fall, cause I can't seem to get up on my own. 

This time, my sister convinced me that blades would be the thing. 

They are like short slalom skis, and without the staves (poles, sticks?). I would love it, she said. I would manage it, she promised. Well, convinced I was and away we went. And ... to be honest with you ...

my sister was right.  :) 

I. Loooved. It.

(you should have seen me go)

... and I LOVE MY CHURCH! And I love Norway, and the mountains and I even love winter. 

Takk for den beste, besteste turen!