I am probably the flakiest travel "blogger" ever. I don't know if this sporadic account should even be called blogging...anyhow.
Since Saturday we have been working for our room and board at a sheep farm outside of Førde, Norway. It's about three hours north of the nearest city, Bergen.
I am staying my dream house, set in my dream landscape. We are in a big red farmhouse. The kitchen (always important to me) is big, bright and colourful. The shelves and cupboards are painted different colours of teals, blues and purples. The counters and table are made of thick slabs of wood. The whole house is full of furniture that we would pay crazy money for at home...or more likely, for a replica at pottery barn. I love it! It's the real deal.
Outside, is practically too beautiful for words. When we were driving into the farm, I couldn't talk. I was so awestruck. I have lost track of the number waterfalls here. Some just a trickle, from the snow melting on the mountain tops, others thunderous (I am determined to swim in one before we leave...). The landscape is full of rolling green hills leading up to the rocky mountains. This summer has been unseasonable wet and chilly, so the mountaintops are still snow covered.
In essence, this place is a combination of my favourite things: mountains, trees, grass, rivers and waterfalls!
We are staying with a young man, Martin. He owns a logging company and hosts wwoofers, like myself, to help run his sheep farm. His sister Vilde is living here for the summer as well. Working with Margaret and I is an American wwoofer, Micah. She's our age, and I am confident we could not have gotten a better work partner.
We have been busy: feeding orphaned lambs, weeding, taking down a fence (that runs up a mountain...), now installing a new fence (back up that same mountain!), painting etc. Still, we have ample free time. Martin and Vilde have been so welcoming, that it feels as if we have all been friends for a very long time!
Today, we are making potato balls, a Norwegian speciality, and going to paint a basement apartment for one of Martin's friends, Håvard.
I love, love, love Norway!
