It has been snowing heavily for days now, the city has literally turned into a winter wonderland. In the mountains, the weather condition is ideal for those who are keen on winter sport.
Most Norwegians have a passion for skiing. It says “Norwegians were born with skies on their legs”, although “on their feet” seems to be a more appropriate translation in English.
I moved to Norway when I was 16 so I definitely was not born with the skies on any part of my body. As a grown-up, I did make a few attempts to learn the skiing techniques, the basic ones, but a nasty fall I had a couple of years ago put a stop to it.
(Thankfully, both my boys love going skiing, as seen from the pictures)
This was what happened. Not the worst-case scenario but bad enough to make me loose the motivation.
The sun was high that day, the sky clear-blue. Deep into the mountain, I was alone practising downhill skiing when I lost control and fell backwards. My back hit the ground, so was my long finger when I was trying to support the falling body with my right hand. I managed to release the skies and rose very slowly from the ground. Sweating because of the intense pain, I walked downhill like a robot. Not surprisingly, the screen I later took at the hospital showed signs of back injury. My long finger had been dysfunctional for six months. The desire to hit the slopes was not quite there after that.
Failing to acquire skiing skills is not something I speak aloud of. Not in a country when skiing is acknowledged as a national sport. It is not unusual that children down to 3 – 4 years old go skiing when accompanied by their parents. People talk about that amazingly liberating feeling of going uphills and downhills in the mountains. The feeling of peace and tranquility.
I used to feel envious of what I heard, and I was disappointed at my incapability of becoming one of those skilful skiers. But I think I have come to terms with it now. It is fine. I no longer consider it as my personal failure. I do not need to be a good skier to fully enjoy the beauty of winter. Running and walking provides me with the same opportunity to experimenting what the nature has to offer in this cold beautiful season. A visit to the open-air Norwegian Museum of Cultural History is another option.
So when the boys went skiing with their father, I went for a walk and visited the museum with my daughter.
(The boys participated in The Children’s Skiing Day event)
(My daughter and I had a visit at the Norwegian Musuem of Cultural History)
Here we got a glimpse into the traditional way of baking “Lefser” – the Norwegian version of pancake. With butter melting on the surface of the hot lefser, we shared and enjoyed it in the frosty air. What a treat!