Somewhere on the bus on the way back to the airport I realized that there was no Wordless Wednesday post this week. And since two-day seminars way up on 815 meter high mountain tops tend to knock a body out, I'm getting around to posting some photos for you only now. The nice thing about such trips is getting the chance to see a place I wouldn't normally travel to. I am no snow bunny. I live in a country known for its skiers, yet have not put planks on my feet in over 10 years. Give me the warming hut! After an early plane trip from Bergen to Oslo, then a two hour bus ride into one of the prettiest places in Norway, there was no hot chocolate waiting for me. Just these spectacular views of Norefjell ski resort, site of the 1952 winter olympics (they made do with less back then): It was so lovely, nobody wanted to stay in. Even we warming hut nuts skipped the hotel spa offerings and took a little walk. Many of the Norwegians in our party got in an Easter mood, the East...