Copenhagen

The hardest part of blogging, is finding a way to start each blog post. So in saying that, I began my bog post and got that out of the way.(Nifty, am I right?) Well the past two weeks have been full of fun experiences and stories, that I am happy to share with you. Last weekend, I had a rotary get together with my district. We went to Kalundborg for the weekend and slept at the school. I had the chance to meet more exchange students from Australia and New Zealand. We went on a long bike ride along the coast, or as we called it, tour de Kalundborg.  For some reason, my bike was slower than the rest of the group, and I knew I was peddling just as fast as the others, and I thought it was just because I was just in the wrong gear or something. During the last kilometer, we discovered that I had a flat tire. THE ENTIRE TIME. I wasn't even mad though in the end, because I was just so greatful to de-tatch myself from that torture device that I guess some people call a bike "seat". Let's just say that bikes and I aren't really on friendly terms at the moment. We finished the bike ride off with a barbeque and a walk to the light house, it was beautiful, but I might have enjoyed it a bit more, if I could have stopped thinking about how I might never have children because of that bike seat. Moving on from that, later that night we had a suit and tie dinner with rotary, and they gave us punch with dry ice, and we all felt pretty cool, until we remembered we were at a party with a lot of Rotarians. After the dinner party, the Danish band move out came and gave us a concert. They were great, but it was awkward at times, because there was only about 40 of us, and when half of the exchange students trickle away from the dance, floor, it just gets uncomfortable. I never leave dance floors when there is a live band because I feel guilty. at one point there was literally only five of us on the dance floor. It was interesting. there is no way to hide what a bad dancer you are when there is only five of you. but the awkwardness doesn't stop there. There was a Danish song that they sang, where the chorus went "oooohhh ayyyyyy" and the lead singer would go to up to usand have us sing ooooohhhh ayyyy in the mic, and the lead singer came up to me and put that stupid mic up in my face, and the noise that came out of mouth could only be likend to a goat in labor with triplets. Following that was the awkward eye contact with the lead singer, as he tried processing the sound he just heard. I quickly escaped the dance floor, laughing like a crazy person. I'm not even embarrassed. I may have lost a little bit of my dignity on the dance floor, but I had fun doing it, and I made others laugh. No regrets.

On Wednesday, Bibi, Astrid and Nadia took me to the cafe to get a giant plate of these FANTASTIC fries. They eat fries with mayonnaise here, which I though would be weird, but it was actually delicious. I bought a bottle of Denmarks famous, Cocio, and chugged it, because why not. Apparently laughing when someone burps is universal, not just an American thing. Well, most of America, my mom never laughed when I burped. I wonder why. Anyways, after I chugged the chocolate milk, I began burping, which caused quite the fit of laughter among my friends. we legitimately laughed to the point of tears for about Ten minutes. The cafe employees were mocking us.
On Friday night I went to My rotary counselors house for dinner. She has two sons, a 21 year old, and a 17 year, and a 14 year old daughter. And the boys both had their girlfriends over, so it was a big group. It was super fun, because Pernilles family is really funny, and they loved teaching me to say....certain things..... we ate dinner and ice cream, and then we watched America's Funniest Home Videos, and they had put bowls full of Danish candy on the table for us to eat. Oh and then we watched a Danish police show, which as entertaining for e, because nothing bad ever really happens in Denmark. The crime rates are very low, so a lot of what the show consisted of was dorks on scooter going 30 kilometers faster than they were allowed. They have made plans to take me to Roskide, a big city with viking ships. Oh and tragic news about vikings, their helmets never actually had horns on them. My whole life is a lie.

Saturday, Bodil and I went on the train to København (Copenhagen) and explored. On the train, there was this older lady sitting in the seats next to us, and she just casually pulled out a cucumber, cutting board and knife (which was illegal) and just began chopping away. I thought she was just going to eat the cucumber, but oh no, she then pulled out cilantro, a head of lettuce, and a salad bowl. A BIG salad bowl. Grandmas can get away with anything. Anyways, we arrived in Copenhagen, and we took a taxi to Nyboder, the area where all of the famous colorful buildings are. We took an hour long tour in a boat through all the canals in Copenhagen. we saw the Opera house, many old, grand, European style churches, the queens home, and several other buildings. I have a deep love for European architecture. There is so much history in all of the old buildings here, that we simply don't have in the U.S. I have seen so many buildings and castles built from 1500-1850's, and I am constantly in awe. I'm kind of a history junkie, so that might be why I love it. After the boat tour, we explored the many, MANY streets of Copenhagen. I felt like I couldn't to cobblestone streets, because I was just floating along with the sea of people. We went into this mall, that only had designer brands, so the cheapest thing there was about 600 kroner. You would have to sell your firstborn child to buy a scarf there. I'm okay with my old navy and target brand clothing. Then we wandered from shop to shop, and I ended up spending 300 kroner on a hat. I don't know why, but I felt compelled to buy a hat for that much, but I did. I ate ''the Best burger'' for lunch at a famous restraunt in Nyhavn. I saw the Parliment building, and several statues. Copenhagen is a Beautiful city, and I would live there if I could. Well that it for now. comment Below if you have any questions (:

Next post I might talk a little bit about what it is like living in Europe during the refugee Crisis.