Quality Hotel Astoria
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- Continental Breakfast
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
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... next train. So, after a few hours of travel, we arrived at our destination. And what a destination it was! Bjorn's house is absolutely amazing! I want to live there! Heated floors, spectacular views of the mountains, an indoor pool - what more could a man want? After meeting the family (Bjorn's mom is one of the nicest people on earth!), we crashed at about two something in the morning.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention - Bjorn's father ...
... put on a riding demonstration and showed off their skills. Katrine put Mira through her paces and then did a jumping exhibition. After all the girls rode their horses, they then showed us gymnastic skills. This is a sport I had never seen before. On horseback, with a large pad in place of a saddle, the girls practiced circus like balancing moves—a great way to learn balance and trust in the horse. Katrine ...
... regarding the value and meaning of a trip like this, though Felix kept trying to remind me and was being as thoroughly positive and optimistic as possible. Where I dream up the entire future result of every disaster in every failing detail with no room for surprise, Felix manages to focus just on moving forward one step at a time and remaining positive thereby leaving room for unexpected events.
We stopped at a petrol station and Felix went in to check we ...
... are talking about by their actions and similar words to English, other times I stare blankly or try to politely say that I don't speak Norwegian. Most people just switch over to English at that point, no problem. Some of the common phrases that I'm beginning to be comfortable include: · Takk- Thank you · Unnskyld- Excuse me · Vaer så snil- Please ...
So I've never done one of these travel logs before but I think that it is a great idea. Unfortunatly I just started today, a little more than a month into my semester. I arrived in Norway on August 12, 2007 at about 9:30 in the morning. The plane ride over was dreadful. I sat in the middle isle inbetween two men. Sleeping was awkward, I felt like I was sleeping on their shoulders. I barely remember the second flight from Copenhagen to Bergen, but I do remember it ...