ABSTRACT
On a sunny September morning in southern Norway, 25 students and two university teachers chatter in French, English, and Norwegian as they bicycle through rolling hills of forest interspersed with fields of ripening wheat and islands of rock outcrops hiding ancient Viking graves. The path is cool, rising, and falling through dark spruce forest and then emerging into a farmyard bordered by a white 18th-century farmhouse, a red dairy barn, and several smaller outbuildings, plus a shiny new combine near the barn. We learn that this is the Haugen Farm.
