Vestlandet (the Western Coast of Norway) has the same appeal for me as a movie star- yeah, it might be pretty, but that’s also all it is to me. Because living in Volda many years ago was so hard- both in regards to the language, to adjusting to a new culture, its rainy weather and its taciturn people, I never feel like going back.
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.
Thought I´d throw in a couple of pictures of my adopted country in good weather, since it started snowing today and it got me into a seriously bad mood. To think I was sure the spring was already here! I´m so good at deceiving myself!;-)