Last weekend I was finally introduced to the Norwegian concept of "hytte." Now, the English translation doesn't do this concept justice--after all, the word "cabin" is not so exciting, and it doesn't bring back an overwhelming sense of nostalgia and comfort that the word "hytte" does for Norwegians.
Norwegian cabins are memories from old. The best ones are the most rustic--extra points goes to those lacking water (hot or cold) and electricity. The more remote the better, with many being only accessible on foot or by skis.
Now, the first "hytta" we went to was in Åre with Erik and Lene. But that one was more like a house, and it had luxuries such as electricity, a driveway, and a sauna. That hytta was misleading in every sense of the term.
But last weekend Guri took me, Torill, and Anna-Lena to her hytta near Røros (about a kilometer from the Swedish border). This was the real deal y'all. It was in the woods. We had to ski to get there!
|Do you see the cabin? Do you also see Torill pulling a sled with all our stuff? She's amazing. :)|
It was also so lovely!
We had a nice few days skiing, eating, and drinking craft beer. Good company and good conversation.
I can see why Norwegians like their cabins so much. Time away from the hustle and bustle is good for the soul.
And as a plus, I got to stock up on vegetarian food with a quick stop-over to a grocery store in Sweden. To keep things frozen Torill made me a snow-fridge!
|Snow fridges keep Quorn tasty.|
A nice memory of winter to take with me as we move into Spring.