Home for the Holidays

After traveling 4,000 miles across the Atlantic, I made it to Washington DC. After driving 2 hours down to good ol’ Richmond Virginia I snuggled up in my much neglected bed and fell asleep. Due to my jet-lag, I woke up at 5am and went on a light morning run. I returned home only to hop back into the car and drive 700 miles down to Nashville Tennessee.

Our Christmas was a normal family Christmas, despite the fact we were celebrating it in Nashville.

I won’t bore you with any anecdotes, if you’d like to know more, just check out this movie I made.

My Christmas Presents were very exciting. I am now well equipped to survive an avalanche. I gifted a new down jacket to myself, because if it makes me warmer, it makes me happier. Lars and Stacey made the neatest gift that will really ‘spice up’ these bland dinners. I unwrapped a Buddha Board so that I can get my zen on. Grandma gave me a scarf I have yet to take off, and Auntie and Kayla provided me with some reading material so my brain doesn’t go to mush over here.

Collage of Assorted Gifts

After returning to Richmond I was fortunate to catch up with a bunch of my favorite people. Between Chipotle lunches, Panera breakfasts, New Years Eve parties, Pizza dinners, and apartment chillin’ I got to see the people I’ve missed so much. Of course, there were some people that I didn’t get to see, but they will be on the top of my ‘must-see’ list for when I return in May.


And now I’m back in Norway, with three bags that won’t be fully unpacked for days and lots of skiing on the schedule. Peace!

Dates, Dinner, Dancing… Christmas Ball 2013

Before we could say ‘farewell’ and ‘see you next year’ we celebrated the holidays with the utmost class– a Christmas Ball. For the first time (in oh-so-long,) I got all dolled up– rocking that junior year homecoming dress that carries with it so many memories.

The night began with an elegant church service in the white steeple church down the hill. The co-ed choir graced us with angelic voices. And I’ll admit it, we all swooned at the sound of the men’s choir.

When the service was over we opened the church doors to cold air and rain. I didn’t own a proper coat for such a festive occasion, so I neglected to wear a jacket of any kind. After all, my mom has always told my sister and I: “beauty is pain.”

After briskly walking up the never-ending hill I hurried inside to dry off and defrost. We exchanged our flats for heels and powdered our noses before meeting downstairs to greet our dates. The couples were called one by one to walk to their table together. I was greeted by Knut with a rose– gotta’ love that ‘hunting and fishing’ swag. The dinner consisted of traditional Norwegian Christmas foods: ribbe, pinnekjøt, poteter, and kålrot.

After dinner we gathered to watch a show over coffee and cake. The show was very nice, but the best parts were the teacher’s acts. Similar to what they had done after the Revy, the teachers made fun of different students by impersonating them. It was pretty hilarious.

Unfortunately what happened next is not pictured. All 150 (ish) of us gathered to sing and dance around the Christmas tree. We even sang the norwegian songs my family (attempts) to sing each Christmas. Both “Så Går Vi Rundt Om En Enebærbusk” and “Glade Jul” sounded much different, (better,) last night than when we sing them.

After the dance floor was cleared of the Christmas tree the swinging began– and it didn’t stop until well into the morning. They say Norwegians are born with skis on their feet, but I say they come out swinging (as in dancing, not punching.)

Now I’m off to spend a few days with family, and following that I will be headed back stateside. So for now I say: “Hade bra Norway… catch ya on the flip side.”

Julebakst… A week of Christmas baking!

While it snowed (and snowed, and snowed,) this past week, I was inside a warm kitchen with the pleasant smells of cinnamon, cloves, and anise to keep me company. I spent this last week baking traditional Norwegian Christmas cookies, breads, and treats. I can now say I am sufficiently in the Christmas Spirit. When there wasn’t half mixed dough stuck to my fingers I picked up my camera and snapped some shots to document the time. Take a look!





Sarah Bernhardt

Christmas Lunch

Thanks to everyone who made this week warm, sweet, and golden! (Puns intended of course.)