A Not-So-Foggy Day in London Town!

Although I have been back from England nearly a week and a half, I must tell you of my experiences before my next travels tomorrow to Copenhagen!

When one travels with my dear friend RyanAir, one must be prepared to take many different methods of transportation! My friends and I left our Kollegium at 5:40 in the morning to catch the bus to the train station. From the trainstation, we caught our bus to Arhus, a town about 2 hours from Aalborg.

Impressions of Arhus: Just a bigger Aalborg? Haha.

From the train station, we took a bus (which took about an hour) to the Arhus airport, which, if you can believe it, is much much much smaller than the Omaha airport! It was in the middle of the country-side, and smelt like cow dung. Yuck! We took a RyanAir (Which is begining to charge people to use the bathroom on the plane, FYI) flight to London Stansted. I hate RyanAir with the passion of a thousand suns for so many reasons, but this was the end of my negative experience.

We were picked up from the airport by Mrs. Cakebread, my friend Tim's mom. We were all very exhausted from our journey, but truly amused when Mrs. Cakebread started driving on the left-hand side of the road! Every time I looked up, I gasped a little, like I was about to be in a car accident. It was funny- all the others kept doing it too.



The ride was beautiful and exactly like I had always pictured and dreamed about- rolling fields of green, dotted with delicate older homes. Occasionally we would drive through a small village and I would just sigh from the disbelief. The English country-side was simple yet stunning.

Mrs. Cakebread (what an English name, eh?) was so loving and kind and simply a wonderful hostess! She prepared a feast for us in her home in Bedford, just north of London. Their home did not have an address. It had a name. "The Poplars." If that doesn't just charm your socks off I don't know what would!



She prepared "Pigs in a Hole," which was Yorkshire pudding with sausages, and this lovely potato dish, I don't know what it was called except heavenly. We devoured the food and she brought out not one, not two, but three desserts! There was a dish of chocolate mousse, a birthday cake for Tim, as well as my favorite- A steaming dish of berry cobbler, served with sweet cream. It was so English and so refreshing!

At dinner we were acquainted to Granny, Tim's grandmother. She was a riot! She is a volunteer for the national trust, and works as a tour guide at a stately home (think Pride and Prejudice) near Bedford, which we visited later that week. She had been so many places in the world and was such a dear woman to us. Another acquaintance which I made was with a Ms. Pimms, whom stole my heart! Tim has a cat (well, kitten rather) named Pimms who is all black and was so sweet, at least to me :) Pimms ran up to me and rubbed against my leg and purrrrred. She is very playful, and got violent with some of the others, but not me. I think cats can sense a good person! It really made me miss my kitty! At night Pimms sleeps in a basket on top of the dryer, and it was too stinkin' adorable for words.



After lunch, we took a train journey to Sheffield, England. This was my first time on a train, and I quite liked it! It was better than driving, and not as much of a hassle as flying. I fell asleep on the train and woke up in Sheffield!

We walked from the train station to Tim's house. And when I say walked- I mean walked. And walked. Tim ( I love you Tim, don't take offense if you are reading this!) told us that his home was only a 10 minute walk. We walked for 30 minutes with all our things- uphill. I was so tired, and just recovering from my fever, and it was THE most physically challenging thing I have ever done.

SIDENOTE: This week I have done something more physically challenging. I went to visit my friend Damiano. When I left home, the sun was just setting, and it was dry. When I left his home, it was pouring rain, freezing cold, and guess what else? Uphill. For 25 minutes. On my bike. It is moments like these that you ask yourself: Is this real? Am I really doing this? It is funny in retrospect. I'm waiting for retrospect. Haha.

Back to my story. We arrive at Tim's home! I won't say a lot about his home, but I think now, any hostel will seem as sanitary as a hospital compared to the town home of Timothy Cakebread. I will always remember the gory details, but I don't want to write them here, and concern my friends and family.

I always find that when I travel, the food is often what I remember, and is so valuable to me in the whole experience. The next part of our trip is definitely one of those moments! In the English tradition, we went to a fish n' chips shop. My mouth is watering now as I think about the delicious crispy, greasy, succulent fish that was drenched in vinegar. It was the kind of fish that will never make you drive through a Long John Silver's drive-thru ever again! It came wrapped in paper and was a perfect experience.



Later that night Tim showed us some night life in Sheffield! We went to a very classy place that was all windows, covered in icicle lights and everything was leather and hard wood. I felt like a mangy college student, in my travel clothes. All the British girls we saw were all about skirts. Skirts, skirts, skirts. I like how feminine and pretty it was, but I can imagine it can be exhausting. Later we visited the biggest dance club I have ever been to. The lights and the set up were very, very cool.

But if I had to sum up my UK night experiences in one word, it would be this : TECHNO. Wow!!!! It's everywhere. And I HATE techno! Luckily, about every four songs, they would play something I could dance to. Even in Denmark, I would just kill to hear some 50 cent, or M.i.a's "Paper Planes." But my attitude needs to change! I need to appreciate the techno. (Vomits in mouth)

Here is the bathroom of the very classy Club: A flat iron that acts like a vending machine!



The next morning we awoke to a bright, shining sun. For the first time since August back in the States, I went out without a coat! The whole time we were there, we were blessed with simply amazing weather. This is very unusual for England, 4 days of sunshine and warmth! We visited a market to pick up some snacks for the day. It was incredibly refreshing to have English labels again! I am used to standing in front of a section at the market for 20 minutes, translating Danish, and studying the pictures on the box. Also, everything was cheaper. So I bought candy bars! I bought 4 of them, and none of them even saw the light of Denmark.

This day was a day of exploring. We saw much of Sheffield on foot, the University, a beautiful park, churches, and, of course, the church of Sherry Dunn and myself: STARBUCKS. I walked in and greeted the worker as though we had been in love for many years and ordered a grande soy caramel macchiato. That is probably the last Starbucks I will have for months, but boy, did I enjoy it!



Later on, the girls I was with wanted to find a computer to check facebook, and I decided to go off on my own. I did some exploring, and of course some shopping, for about an hour. I bought a couple things at a store called "Next." I really loved the things they had in England, they were much cuter than the droll shopping of DK.

On this trip, I really discovered how much I love visiting churches! Very briefly I went into a large church in Sheffield to take a couple pictures. I think churches are beautiful, but unfortunately, you aren't allowed to take pictures in them. This one was an exception, so I took advantage of this.

After my independent explorations, we met at City Hall by these beautiful fountains and a war memorial. We all walked together to an Indian restaurant that was beautiful! I ordered Tandoori chicken, and when it came out, my food had a beautiful presentation, steaming on a skillet, served with a plate of beautiful rice. Definitely the best looking dish on the table. Score!

Again, that night, we visited several more dance clubs, one of which played some good American hip-hop. My friend Terricka and I were all about that, so that night, we had quite a good time dancing! We took a taxi home, we had an early morning ahead of us!

In the morning we took the train back to "The Poplars," in Bedford.



We made ourselves sandwiches, and I took the best shower of my life! We were so dirty from our travels and had not had a proper shower since Aalborg! We all got dressed and fed to prepare for my favorite part of the trip- the stately home!

The name of the home was "Wimpole Hall," and it was described as being one of the smaller homes, and more eclectic. What I saw was nothing of the sort! It seems the original owners had a a gambling problem, and gambled away everything in the home,and then finally the home itself. The latest owner spent her whole life buying antique art and furniture for the home. It was quite amazing to see. It was as though I had stepped back in time or stepped onto a movie set. It something straight out of a Jane Austen novel, complete with many sitting rooms, a ballroom, and a library that took my breath away! It had over 9,000 books, and reminded me of the scene from "Beauty and the Beast" where the Beast surprises Belle with the library. Although you weren't allowed to touch anything or take any pictures, it was a worthwhile experience! The grounds of the home were also amazing. There was a small church next to the home where the family members were buried, and gardens as far as the eye could see. There were many families there, and several of my British friends have told me they recall visiting Wimpole Hall when they were younger to visit the petting zoo! It is a regular mini- Disney!




We were only able to spend about an hour and half at Wimpole Hall, and I really regret not being able to see more stately homes like it, especially if this home- which contained a 3,000 gallon bathtub- was considered small! It really made my imagination go wild- Can you imagine when Elizabeth Bennet first moved into Pimberly? "I'm sorry- my bathtub is how big? Wait, I have a room to write letters in?" Haha. I would really like to return to England in a year or so with my Mom and Grandma to do a tour of many stately homes! I will begin planning it when I return to the United States.

We left Wimpole Hall in quite a hurry in order to catch the train to London. We wanted to see a show on the West End,but by the time we had reached the theatre, the show, of course, had been sold out. There were several shows we considered: Les Mes, The Lion King, and a show which Judy Dench was acting in called "Madame Sade." While I REALLY wanted to see Judy Dench on stage, I knew that the others in my group would probably feel more satisfied with the Lion King. So we waited until the theatre began selling tickets again, and bought tickets for the Sunday matinee.

Wow! They do exist!



We stayed on the West End, Covent Garden, in London to explore a bit and to eat! We became quite familiar with the area and decided we were in the mood for Italian. So, being the resident Italian expert, I took it upon myself to see which restaurant had the most authentic feel, and low prices! We selected this place called "La Ballerina." I absolutely loved it- the decor was Degas paintings and other ballet art. The waiters spoke in very heavy Italian accents- which made me miss my friends so much! After all my language lessons from Renato, Valerio, Sossio, Oscar, and Claudio, I probably could have ordered in Italian, but I chickened out! I did, however, understand a bit of what the waiters were saying to each other. I got pesto with prawns on penne pasta, and it was my favorite meal on the trip. Yesterday, I tried to recreate it on my own- it was a good effort, but didn't match my meal in London. On the way back from Covent Garned to St. Pancras/Kings' Cross (made famous by the Harry Potter series) we took the tube. I kept laughing because the announcer woman kept saying "You are on a Picadilly line to Cockfosters." I imitated this all weekend, I think I annoyed some travel companions, haha.

After our night in London, we were so tired! We knew we had a long day ahead of us tomorrow, so we took the train back to Bedford and went to sleep. Tim's mom had set up a cot for each of us girls, with fresh towels. It was so lovely, and really inspired me to one day be an equally gracious hostess!

We awoke in the morning to, of course, another delicious meal from Mrs. Cakebread before heading back into the city. On this day, I was so excited, and I walked faster than I think I ever have in my life! We came out of the train station- and there it was! The river Thymes! It was unbelievable. I was just giggling a ridiculous amount. From there we crossed the Millenium bridge to see Shakespeare's Globe Theatre. I didn't go inside, it would cost a lot of money, but I know I will be back in London again, and I will go inside, maybe even see a show there!

This is what is so great about sightseeing: When I was on the bridge, I just looked and saw the theatre. And all of a sudden it was like, wow- I've seen so many pictures of this, but that is the real thing! And it was like this for everything I saw.

Here is me on Millenium Bridge, it's early in the morning and very windy, but look over my shoulder! It's the Globe!!




Next we saw St. Paul's cathedral. You couldn't take pictures there, but it was simply stunning. They were getting ready to have service, and there were many, many tourists inside. It was remarkable how even though all that was going on, there was still a strong presence of church, and it was refreshing for the spirit to even be there for just a moment.

From there we saw the Tower of London, which is huge! Also, the London bridge. We didn't go on it- we were doing "London on Speed," so everything was extremely fast! I was amazed at the amount of tourists that were in London- it put Disney to shame, haha.

We walked on to see Big Ben, House of Parliament, and Westminster Abby, which are all next to each other. Again- it's hard to describe the details- just awe. You come out of the tube station- and BAM! There's Big Ben! Your eyes can barely comprehend it. I've had a picture of Big Ben in my bedroom for years. And then- there it was. From there we walked to Buckingham Palace, which was amazing. It was quieter than I expected. Again, dear friends, I wish I could tell you the details of what it was like, but it is so hard to describe what you feel when you look at the gates of the palace and think "This is the gate the queen travels through. This is the gate which all those people laid flowers when Diana died. Just behind that gate, Prince William might just be reading a book, or watching TV." Even stranger must be how they feel when they look out of their window and see foreigners with dropped jaws just staring.

Here is me, being very touristy!! Yes! This is for mom and dad:



From Buckingham we scooted on over back to Covent Garden, where we had tickets to see the Lion King! But first- I had a mission: I NEEDED to shop, at least just a little. So I had 20 minutes before I needed to be in my seat. But I have been trained well by Glenna Brott and Julie Powell, and I did what I needed to do. I went into a couple stores, trying on clothes like the devil was chasing me. At last, I found 2 great pieces that fit me well, and were on sale! I got a really smokin' dress, and an awesome black military jacket. So now I can always say "I got this jacket in London."

I made it back to the theatre in the nick of time. The curtain went up, and by the time the curtain went down, I think I cried about 4 times. The spectacle was amazing- the puppetry, the acting, and the lighting we of a professional quality that I had never seen before! London is famous for the West End, which is of the same caliber of theatre as Broadway. The audience was gasping and "ooooh....ahhh!" the whole time. At the end I was very pleased with the time and money spent to see the production. I cheered for the actors because not only had they done a great job- but WOW, I realized, they were employed by Disney! What a dream come true for them. I have spent the past week listening to the soundtrack, and remembering the magic of the show.

After the show we spent some more time exploring the shops that were still open in Covent Garden, and walked to a traditional British Pub, where they served food such as "blood pudding." I decided, along with the other girls in my group, that perhaps this was more of a spot for the guys! We went to eat Sushi :)

My friend Kara and I being silly at the Sushi restaurant



After eating, we moved to a Pub called "The Shakespeare's Head." Everything in England was Shakespearean, he is one famous Brit! My friend Stacey and I shared this amazing chocolate cake! Soon after we headed home to Bedford, and woke up the next morning at 4 to go to the airport.

Our little adventure had reached an end, which was quite sad. We made it home with some precious purchases, a few more stamps in our passports, and a lifetime of memories!

I can't wait until I can return to England in the future, hopefully next time with my mom and grandma!

Well, I will probably blog again today about this past week at home, it was very exciting! Tomorrow I leave for Copenhagen, and I am really excited. Even now as I think about it, my heart is beating faster- I'm starting to crave travel! I know this will be a great trip since A. I speak the language! and B. The weather will be amazing, and C. I am flying, and not with RyanAir!

Take Care, God Bless, and thank you for completing this Novella of a blog!

Blugggghhhh

So it has been an interesting couple of days in Denmark.

I've been sick this week, and yesterday I went to the doctor downtown. I got medicine, and I know I am beginning to feel a little better. But before that, I was incredibly feverish- hot then cold, hot then cold. Twas a pain in the neck. Not to be gross, but I have sweated through nearly all of my wardrobe, and today, I must! do laundry. I've also had a terrible headache. The doctor said she thought my tonsils were infected. Personally, I think it's just another sinus infection.

The doctor's office was quite an adventure, though. GoogleMaps (grrrr google maps) told me where to go, so I took the bus there and walked where they told me- to an apartment building. I showed a little old lady the address and she told me I needed to walk about a mile down the road. So I did. Worn, weary, and sweaty, I made it to the doctors, where there was a puppy in the waiting room! It was so cute, it really made me feel more calm. Come to find out later that this is the very purpose of these animals. I guess it is common in Denmark to have animals greet, entertain, and calm people in the waiting room. I wish it would have been a cat.... :)

So this is the length of excitement in my world right now. But on Thursday (day after tomorrow!) I will traveling to London and Sheffield with a group of friends. I am so excited to be able to see both the English country-side and the city. However, I can only bring ONE BACKPACK...what is a girl to do?

My Hungry Subscribers!

Wow! I'm spoiling you with all these posts this week! Here is an article I wrote for the school newspaper at Wesleyan:


"As I look back at my fall semester at Wesleyan, I have to laugh at my naiveté. Sitting in Spanish class, I would roll my eyes whenever the teacher introduced new material. Between classes, I’d complain to other classmates about how hard we had it in Spanish class.

Then I came to Denmark.

Danish, the language of the country in which I now live, is one of toughest languages on earth. A primary foundation of this language is the concept of “udtale-reduktionerne,” or, word pronunciation reduction. This means that although a word could have twelve letters, it may only be one syllable. While pronunciation is daunting, it is entirely necessary to living here. For the first few weeks, I couldn’t say the name of my bus stop, “Hummlebakken.” Until I learned how to say the name of the stop, I spent hours on city buses, lost and confused, looking for my way home. Luckily, I have met many of the bus drivers in town, who help me get where I need to be!

While my Danish is not exactly flourishing, my English speaking skills have granted me opportunities I hadn’t anticipated. I am currently tutoring several Italian exchange students, who invite me to dinner for weekly lessons. They feed me authentic Italian food while I teach them things like the parts of the body, and how to use “ing” at the end of words. They tell me, “You are so lucky you speak English! We wish we were born speaking the language everyone wants to learn!”

While I enjoy helping them with their English, I can’t help but feel a bit guilty. Nearly every international student I have met speaks multiple languages. It is disturbing to me to think of how much my classmates and I (at home) complain about having to take a foreign language course, when, in fact, speaking more than one language is becoming necessary to compete in an international job market. Yes, it is true that English is becoming stronger internationally, yet somehow I can’t shake the feeling that we Americans are taking advantage of already knowing the language. By not learning other languages, we allow opportunities to learn about the rest of the world pass us by.

While studying abroad is a good time to travel, sight-see, and, of course, “live it up,” it’s also a time where I have learned to step out of my comfort zone. I am more diligent now with the language I am taught by other international students, whether it is Danish, Spanish, or Italian. The most valuable thing I will take away from this experience is learning to appreciate other languages and culture, no matter how difficult. I regret not spending more time at home practicing my foreign language. When I return, I’m going to try not complaining about Spanish. Rather, I hope to be more devoted to learning another language, and becoming a better-rounded and internationally aware individual."


Yup...that's it! Let me know your thoughts on this subject, eh?

Also, here is a picture of me and my Spanish-speaking friend, Marysol, and we are on the bus. It's only appropriate :)

Viva La Vida

Welcome Back, Blog!

I hadn't realized I have not blogged in about a month. My apologies to my 7 followers! 7! WOW. It's gone up. (Thats' what she said?) Sorry Mom. Haha!

I don't get many of those jokes in nowadays, Scandinavian humor is quite different. Actually, I'm not sure such a thing exists. The Danes have more a coincidental laugh, that suggests amusement rather than joviality. Like "ha ha ha... that was a nice little tidbit there. Thank you for your thoughts." Or perhaps I misunderstand them- I've come to realize that Americans are quite expressive with their emotions.

Americans also seem to be more excitable. For instance, this week I was in a writing workshop for a cumulative project I have to do with a group of students. One of the student tutors told us that it took her group a month to come up with a suitable thesis for their paper. One month! So I looked at the other American girl and she said to me "Give me ten minutes, I'll get it done." Without batting an eyelash I said "Why are we still sitting here now? Let's get crackin." I had to laugh because I realized this competition for efficiency is totally American. It would not take a month for us to get ANYTHING done. Especially if it were a competition.

The everyday things make me feel American. When I wear sneakers. When my hair is in a ponytail. When I don't wear a scarf. All these times I know I'm giving myself away as a non-native, but I don't care. Being an American is a great excuse to do things that are considered semi-rude here, like eating an apple in class, or laughing to loudly at a joke. We have a charming abrasiveness.

This quality, however, is difficult to replicate. One of my friends the other day asked me "Katrina, is okay, when I talk with someone, and someone else talk to me, is okay to say 'Shutup?'" I said absolutely not! I explained to him how I would get in trouble as a child if I said that at school, or god forbid, around my grandmother! I thought this was funny.

I've been teaching English quite a bit lately- the other night I had dinner with a couple young men who invited me over, and had me label their entire apartment with green post-it notes. Later they posted paper on the wall, and had me label all the parts of the body. I had such a great time doing this- I think someday I would like to teach English overseas. They are so eager and excited to learn, it is truly refreshing.

I wish I had more to say about things I have been doing lately, but truth is it's been very chill around here. I just finished the A&E version of "Tom Jones." I enjoyed the 6 hour film quite a bit. I've liked A&E films since I was very young, but I'm glad I didn't see this one until now. It's definitely an 18+ film. I am impressed by Henry Fielding's writing- for the late 1700's he is certainly a pioneer, and his characters are still so relevant and substantial! Some of the acting isn't the best, but if you get the chance (mom) it is a perfect movie to watch this winter with a cup of hot tea, and probably some cookies. If you can stand some nudity!

Tomorrow I am going to go to a place here in Aalborg that are Viking Burial Grounds! I am excited to see it, although it isn't much. I hope their is a gift shop, because I am dying to have something that says something along the lines of "dead viking."

Further in the future, I am going to Sheffield and London England with some friends! Also I am planning on visiting Italy, Greece, and Paris.

Even further in the future, I am applying to live in Washington DC in the Fall and participate in the Capitol Hill Internship Program (CHIP). I am very excited to start applying for internships, and I hope you all will keep me in your prayers! I'm hoping for something electronic media based, like CNN or Discovery Channel. I want to replace Samantha Brown someday and take all those cruises, maybe chatting a little politics between here and there ; )

Have a wonderful week and God Bless!

Hello! Or as the Danish would say "Hi!"

While the language here is daunting to say the least, certain things are very close to English. I can now go into my favorite pastry shop and order all my myself! Language class is a great challenge, but I also have a lot of fun with it. I got very lucky, and my instructor is a young woman with a good attitude, which is sort of an exception! It's sort of a running joke that all Danish women are...well, less than friendly. But of course, that's just a stereotype. A teacher I had explained the grouchiness of the women to me like this: Back in the day, all the Danish Viking men went off to explore the rest of the world, and the women had to stay at home and manage the homes and farms all by themselves. But then the jokes remained- did the Vikings go exploring to get away from the women?

My progress with the language is comparable to that of a three year old Danish child. Yesterday I was riding home on the bus, and this little boy was trying to count numbers on his mittened hand. He did a lot better job than I could have!

Speaking of buses, I hate the bus system in Aalborg!!!!!!! I get lost ALL the time. I don't exaggerate. Going somewhere alone is dangerous, not because of the city, but because it could be hours before I get home. Everyone here at home in the Kollegium makes fun of me for always missing my stop, or getting on the wrong bus. But it happens. Plus, I always capture my adventure on my camera. I have seen so much of this city, I'm starting to think I'm getting lost on purpose : ) There are still so many errands to run, but I'm hanging in there!

Well, enough complaints, let me tell you about the past week in Aalborg, because it is absolutely fabulous.I have so much to report and record, so I will try to keep this brief!

Last Thursday night it snowed in Aalborg, and everyone who lives in the Kollegium took this opportunity to start a snowball fight! For many of the international students, it was their first time seeing snow! It was hilarious to see the competition that broke out, and I think some were surprised by my maybe a little too intense sense of competition and strategy. But when you grow up in Nebraska, Snow Ball fights aren't a game. They are war. Chris, the Scottish guy, led the group to a park where there is a giant hill, and we all rolled down on the snow. It was a blast! The snow is long gone now- it only sticks for like one day. It is now sunny, and has been for a couple days- which is RARE for Denmark in February!

The night after that was the Erasmus welcome party. And I cannot even begin to describe that night. All the internationals took over the Downtown area for a party, which lasted well into the night. Everyone is so friendly, and in most places, when people are gathered, you will meet minimum 50 people a night. Even if you are standing in a corner. People are all here have fun, and it is very refreshing to be in such good company.

The following day at 10 AM, all international students gathered for a "Language Bath" which was 6 straight hours of Danish lessons. This was exhausting, given our long evening the night before! I learned a lot, but it was a bit long for my taste.

That evening, Saturday night, Aalborg International Friends sponsored a dinner at a church in Aalborg. It is a social organization in Aalborg sponsored by the church. There is also a bible study that meets at that location, and I hope to go to it. Being downtown, it is a bit far away, but I'm hoping I can make it there at least a couple times. At the dinner they served traditional Danish food, which to me was....interesting. There were a lot of meatballs, and a salad that consisted of carrots, cabbage, horseradish, and raisins. Also for desert was a substance that seemed like slightly more viscous jam, over which you poured heavy cream. It was interesting, it tasted a bit like melted ice cream to me.

Just a side note on food- it is very very expensive to eat at a sit-down restaurant here. Like about 30 USD. Which is not practical for me at all. At McDonalds, you will spend about 12 USD on a value meal. Which makes me really miss all the cheap food at home. I cook for myself now, and those who know me, know I'm not the best chef. The food I make is decent, filling, and healthy. Which is all that matters. I just really want to go to Texas Roadhouse right about now. Despite the price, I will most likely make it to McDonald's sometime in the upcoming week. While I know it isn't very adventurous of me, I'm still craving some fried food- I haven't seen any.

After the Danish food adventure, I found myself amongst a large group of Italians, and a few Hungarians. One of the Italians, Damiano, found a guitar by the side of the road, fixed it up, and hosted a sing-along for the rest of the evening. Now that is my kind of fun. They know a lot of American songs, but they also sang a lot in Italian. I am attempting to learn the language, since they don't ever feel the need to speak in English around me ; )

So somewhere in between the dancing and the singing and the eating, I managed to get a very bad cold. It's a virus all the North Americans are catching- none of the Europeans seem to be getting sick. It's all the new germs and excitement I think. But today I am feeling much better!

During one of my days I wasn't feeling sick, I went downtown to meet my buddy for coffee. Turns out that he has family in Omaha! If you are from Omaha and you are reading this (mom, lol) is there any chance you know James Pilker and Gerilyn Lee Pilker? My buddy is a history major, and has done a lot of research on his genealogy. I think it is so cool, and I would love to do similar research someday!

After meeting my buddy, I went shopping at Fotex, the bigger grocery store in town. The carts were absolutely hilarious. Here is a picture:



I tried so hard to sneak a picture and make it discreet, but it was difficult because the grocery is always packed. It is very practical- just a shopping basket with a long handle and weels! They are so small that they are comical however. I want to steal one because it would be so convenient to get my groceries home! On the way out the door, they were serving shots of Baileys as samples. It was the strangest thing...serving alcohol for free at the grocery store is unheard of in America!

This week I also witnessed my first soccer (football) game! I went downtown to watch the Italy v. Brazil game. Brazil won, but I guess it was a friendly game. I have no idea what that means, but I watched a game, and it was eye opening. Those europeans sure go crazy for that game!

On the way back, I got on the bus about ten minutes before it departed. Since I got there early the bus driver started talking to me. When he found out I was from America, he, of course, wanted to talk politics with me. And that is how I met Ali Paydari, member of the Konservative Folkeparti of Denmark. He told me all about how he had visited the embassy in Copenhagen, and was given an American Flag. Here in Denmark, I found a conservative. It turns out that before we left, my bus card wasn't working right in the machine, and since I was a fellow conservative, he let me ride for free! Yay! Also, for the first time, I did not get lost or miss my stop. I like to think that God is watching out for me and sending people my way who will help me find my way around the city.

Like my friend Oscar, who has the map of the city memorized. He also helps me find where I need to go! His roommate, Claudio, is also an exceptional cook. I'm glad they feed me from time to time, otherwise, I'd be eating bread and lunch meat everyday!

Well, I know this his been the longest blog in the world, but in closing, I'll tell you about last night. My good friend Terricka turned 21, and the Kollegium hosted a party! People came from all over the city. Later the party moved downtown, which was a great time : ) Later tonight, is yet another party to celebrate Valentines Day. I'm looking forward to it!

COMING SOON: A photostream! SO you can look at my pictures rather than just reading about them!

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The Days Go On..

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Yesterday I witnessed my first snow in Aalborg. It was quite cold, and it discouraged me from going outdoors. So most of yesterday was spent indoors. In the evening, all the International Students gathered for "International Night" at the Student House. I was expecting a small group of people just chatting, but when we arrived, it seemed like the most happening place in town! There are just under 200 internationals here, and I've probably met roughly half ; ) It is great fun to meet people from other countries.

My Italian Friend, Oscar. He speaks very good English!

 

After International night,I went dancing with two of my friends from Britain, and one from South Africa! Their accents are much nicer than mine. I envy them! It seems that I run into other internationals all over town, and meet tons of new people everyday. I suppose that is one of the advantages to going to Aalborg, which has a large number of internationals.

These are my British friends, Howard and Tim. Tim is the tall one and also reguarly uses a handkerchief. How charming!



This morning was pretty relaxed, I attended one class, and went to the student store to purchase a few essentials. Their notebook paper is so different! It looks like graphing paper. I walked home and spent the rest of the evening in the Kollegium, where dinner was prepared for us by a couple of Danish Residents who have lived in the Kollegium for several years. They prepared chili, and served it over rice, which I found amusing. The chili was also sweet. On the side was mashed potatoes and more bread. I can't believe the amount of carbs they eat! I suppose they need the energy though. I, myself, walk at least forty minutes minimum a day.

Perhaps all the walking is to burn off all those Danish Pastries!! These shops are completely empty at night, then you wake up and BAM! They are full. I have yet to try one! I will on Monday morning, when I head downtown to take care of business such as a cell phone!



More pictures are sure to follow, and I'm sorry I'm not a better photographer : ) Well, to those in the states, take care, and drive somewhere, anywhere, and think of me! I miss my car : (

Aarival in Aalborg

Today I am in the University library. I think either a police man or a librarian rode by on a Segway just now. And the keyboards are different- for example, it has the letters Å, Æ, and Ø. This is a strange place.

Traveling here was a doozy! I sat next to a very nice Swedish man on the plane from Omaha to Chicago. Afer I arriving in Chicago, I boarded my plane to Amsterdam with no time to spare, and realized only after sitting down that I left my (well...Zach´s)mp3 player on the plane. I was so mad at myself I didn´t sleep at all. Which made me very tired!! I arrived on Friday after 17 hours of travel. The airports in Amsterdam and Copenhagen were absolutely amazing. I probably spent half an hour jogging to each flight in my heaviest clothes! The plane from Copenhagen to Ålborg was in a plane which had black propellers, it looked about fifty years old! But it actually was my smoothest ride. While the trip was stressful, I have never been one to enjoy flying, and am glad that I will not have to again for quite some time. I was grateful that I brought along the book Twilight, a series which I am quite unfortunately obsessed with.

My coordinator picked me up from the airport, and he was the jolliest man! He drove me to the hotel in downtown Aalborg. On the way, I noticed a couple things.

1. People just drive up on the curb. All the time! wow!
2. The town surrounds Limfojrd, a river which split Denmark in half 100 years ago
3. It is very industrial in parts
4. It is bigger than I expected.
5. The downtown area is beautiful!

I made it into the hotel, were I was greeted by the delightful Americans. They are amazing people! They are students from all over the US. Even now, I sit in the computer lab next to two of my french friends, I miss the americans. We all spent those first few days bonding- exploring the city, eating franktz dogs, looking at the gorgeous array of shops, and visting what I call "The Strip" which is a long section of downtown full of places to hang out. The Danish girls who hang out there dress way to revealing for this cold. The cold is invigorating- it's bearable, but it does make you walk faster.

Yesterday I moved into my apartment, which I like quite a lot, save the smell that is in it. My neighbors tell me they loved the guy that was in there before me, but they understand why I thought it smelt bad. I have my own bathroom and kitchen, and the best water pressure in my shower anyone has ever seen! I can wash and condition my hair in under a minute.

I go a little crazy cleaning my room when I move in, scrubbing everything clean, even though it wasn't really dirty to begin with. I'm just a bit neurotic, I think. And mom, if you are reading this- I wish I would have brought more blankets and some notebooks!!!! I have hardwood floors and the nicest furniture out of everyone. It's like super super nice furniture. At least compared to my dorm at Nebraska Wesleyan.

Everyone in my kollegium is so nice! They always stop by to visit. I feel a little guilty, since I've spent a lot of time in my room unpacking and "nesting," but I think they understand. Luckily they dont ever see me as the mad washerwoman. As soon as I'm settled I plan to start socializing more : ) After I moved, me and a couple Americans went to the grocery called "Fakta." This was a great experience, however very intimidating!!! Nothing is translated, so I bought things that were clearly identifiable: eggs, bread, cheese, cold cuts, olives. Very plain. Then walked the two or three miles home. I haven't ate much at all since I've been here- I'm so busy and I'm all nerves. I'm sure I'll loose weight here, I walk at least 5 miles everyday, and eat nothing!

To cap, here are just some things I have observed while in Europe:

(List format applied to help with the randomness)

1. Europeans are dirty! Seriously! Some things are old and pretty, most of it is old and dirty. Aalborg is very clean where I am at and downtown, but I think I like that everything in America is new. I like fresh paint and new wood. And concrete. I can appreciate cobblestone, but I don't think people should think roads are romantic. And the Danish think so too! They are very practical, and no one looks at you funny for putting your hood up or wearing giant boots. Because everyone does.

2. All guys here dress like they are in a band.

3. There is no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothing.

4. My love for British people is genuine. I have two English neighbors and I am like their pet. I follow them around imitating every word they say. The accent just rubs off on me! I think they are annoyed that I always want to be around them. Next time I see them, I am inviting over for tea. Although, they did bring their own. They don't trust the Danes.

5. The toilets are so different here! No handles. Just a button on the top. There are two options. Half and full. I am told the "half" is for your "lighter business."

6. The kroner system is confusing. When I buy a soda, I freak out and get all ghetto like "I aint payin no ten dollas fo dat soda...shoot." But its not ten dollars! In USD, it equals out a little under two dollars. And that soda is delicious- different here! It´s made with real sugar, not corn syrup.

7. Danish words are very long. Like this could be a Danish word : Leavlendlkjæsielø. And if you couldnt say it, old ladies on the bus laugh at you. I can´t wait to start Danish lessons

8. All restrooms are called "toilets." I find this revolting and offensive. Eww. Today, I asked at a restaurant if I could have tap water, and they told me to go into the toilet and get some. All I could picture was someone dipping a cup into a toilet bowl. That is so disgusting.

Well, I´m finishing orientation today. I have about 4 classes that meet once a week! I have class Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. That means my weekend is longer than my week. Ohhhhhh yeeeaaaaahhhh!!!

To any readers, sorry about the craziness that is this post. It´s also very long. If you had any specific questions, or want me to clarify, or want to scold me for a grammar mistake(please do), email me- kpowell@nebrwesleyan.edu. Love you all!