My first three years in Norway I spent in Vestlandet- the Western Lands, a picture perfect place with lots of manure smelling pastures. Unfortunately, those were also the most depressive years of my life. Too rainy, too small, very rural and with taciturn people, the place was nothing compared to what Bucharest had been and I longed to go back every day. A few things stayed with me due my stay there- I can imitate the dialect to a certain extent and I love sour cream porridge! In fact, I love it so much I order it all year around at Frogneseteren restaurant, if I happen to go there.