The winter refuses to yield here in Scandinavia, and we drove up to Oslo last weekend for a last chance to do some skiing. We stayed with Luke in his apartment across from the US Ambassador's residence. The ambassador to Norway? Barry White. Oh yeah.
Bea played with Lita when she woke up...
While Madeleine and Hans waited for the printer to make a custom funnel for the coffee filter holder and the thermos. After a leisurely morning we headed out to ski:
On Sunday we had tickets to watch ski jumping at th famous Holmenkollen ski jump. It was the final event of the World Cup series, and the place was packed with Norwegians and Poles.
"OSLO" is probably not spelled out in shards of broken wine bottles. But it looked like it could be, and imagine if it was!
Sadly, there was an accident, and they needed to use the snowcat to pull the skier out of the pit. We think she was OK.
Yes, ladies jump nowadays too, including some American girls. One of them even won!
The view upon leaving was incredible, and they nailed the logistics of transporting all of us out by subway.
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