Sunday, March 13, 2011

Smells Like Vacation - Barcelona

Lots to cover, from Sweden to Barcelona.

Starting with a few weeks ago, I hopped on the regional metro at 11 am with a small group of friends and some Haribo gummies and headed to Malmo, Sweden for the day. Big Jump #6, Sweden! After about 45 minutes we arrived and spent the day walking around the city. It’s a city similar to Copenhagen but CPH is one million times more beautiful. It was still great though. We went to a wonderful café, as suggested by a lovely local couple we approached in the street, had delicious sandwiches and watched the place fill up with adorable little babies in snowsuits and glamorous Swedes.

A Swedish Kroner

The Twisted Torso - Malmo, Sweden

Inside the precious cafe

Rachel(s) and Zoe at lunch

Coast of Sweden - you can see CPH from here

Now, I wish I could convey an authentic British accent throughout the next portion of this blog as I describe my tour of The Royal Palace, Amalienborg. Simply reading it and imagining my American tongue telling the story does not do the palace justice. Our British tour guide had a marvelous way of speaking and presenting the palace to us, it added a historic and royal feel to the whole experience. One of the phrased he used in his narration that stood out to me was “mad exquisite.” The word “mad,” was used in a slightly different manner than that of American lingo. “Mad exquisite,” rather than “mad,” in the commonly used American context like “This pizza is MADDDD good,” for example. Just try to imagine the British accent as I describe the Amalienborg…

The palace was stunning. We began on the first floor with mainly white walls and simple gray accents. Walking up the stairs was like a crescendo of design, each floor and room displayed more and more intricate craftsmanship, creativity, and color as we approached the top. The silk-loomed tapestries on the walls were magnificent, the fabric on the furniture was gorgeous, and the walls were dressed with unfathomably detailed hand-carved wood designs painted over in gold. High ceilings and walls dripping in these gold designs, from elaborate garland to mouth-watering pieces depicting a variation of entrees the royal family served in their eminent dining room, the detail was unbelievable. Just to emphasize the magnificence within the palace, our tour guide told us that the entire decor on the interior was first approved by the designers of Versailles. Oh you faaaancy, huh.

The day after the Amalienborg tour, I set sail to Barcelona. Big jump #7, SPAIN! Tak, Gracias, Thank you, Kroner, Euro, Dollar, Unskul, Excuse me, Perdon, ahhhh yikes, it’s getting confusing, all the switching of cultural distinctions. But anyway, Barcelona was just incredible. We arrived Thursday night and immediately had to retrieve our knowledge of the Spanish language from high school to communicate and get ourselves a taxi to Connor’s apartment. Using Spanish was one of the major highlights of the weekend, though; having a language barrier makes for a drastically different type of abroad experience than I’m getting in Copenhagen where English is so common. It was the best. We reunited with Connor and Jeff after causing a scene in the narrow hallways of Connor’s host mom’s apartment. She didn’t’ speak any English and Connor wasn’t there when we got there so that made for a bit of trouble. He showed up a few minutes later though, so no problems. On Friday, we woke up and all experienced minor heart attacks when we stepped out onto our balcony in t-shirts and let the sun rays hit us like bricks. 65 DEGREES AND SUNNY. The GOOD LIFE. It smelled like vacation. After we collected ourselves, we set out to explore. Our first stop was La Sagrada Familia and it was fascinating. They have been working on its construction for years and they are still very far from completing Gaudi’s original plan.

Jeff Goulet and myself reunited in BARCA

Cat and Jeff on our balcony in the SUN

La Sagrada Familia
Details on La Sagrada Familia

After La Sagrada Familia, we took the metro over to another part of town. I enjoyed a massive orange that tasted like no other orange I’ve ever had in my life, while I trekked up a hill that was basically at a 180 degree angle, took a few outdoor escalators, and then finally reached Park Guell, another Gaudi creation. The entire park was designed by this architectural genius, as well as several other parts of Barcelona that we also visited. The guy is incredible. Park Guell provided absurd views of the whole city of Barcelona, the Ocean, and then some. And the weather was 65 DEGREES AND SUNNY, just to reiterate. After we listened to some great, live Spanish music, composed with almost all make-shift instruments, and witnessed the police busting some people illegally selling tacky tourist souvenirs, we headed down to the beach for dinner. Indian food it was! When in Barcelona, right?

Friday night, Connor, Jeff, Catherine, and I went to this small bar that was adorable. It was all gray, white and black, inside and there was a huge projection screen that was playing black and white movies from the 50s as a backdrop. It was a slightly older crowd, hence the 9 Euro Tonic and Hendricks we were convinced to indulge in by our bar stool neighbors; a 40 year old Scottish woman, 35 year old Swede, and a 25-year old girl who left Brooklyn for Barcelona 8 years ago and then never went back. The drinks were worth every cent though, served with a cucumber and rose petals, it was a gin and tonic to remember. We headed back to the hostel to find Zoe who had met up with her friend from UVA and she casually mentioned she ran into the actor Daniel Bruhl from Inglorious Bastards. I mean, no big deal.

The next day, tour guide Jenkins took us around again. We went to another park designed by the one and only Gaudi. It was maaagical. The great part about Spain was as you walk through the city, if you turn your head slightly, an enormous mountain range may catch your eye in the distance, it was a gorgeous contrast. At the park, Connor, Catherine, Jeff and his friend Carrie, and I had some trouble resisting the option to rent a row boat for 30 minutes and paddle around this small man-made lake and get up and close and personal with some of the ducks boppin around. So we went for it, it was hilarious and really fun. After we went to the park, we headed home. On the way, Catherine and I took a pit stop at this candy store called “Happy Pills,” and filled up a little pill container with some cures for “the case of the Mondays.” Also on the way home, we passed a symphony outside of a church playing music that loads of people were doing this little Catalan dance to together. Pictures below. It was precious.

Park Guell
View of La Sagrada Familia from Park Guell

Catalan Dance

Arch of triumph...i think

Boating in the park

Barcelona beaches

When we got home, Connor threw together some Charizo tapas for us and a fabulous eggplant and pasta dinner we all enjoyed Deeelish. After dinner, Connor, Jeff, and Catherine went out to this place called Cassette Bar, and I went with Zoe and her friend Annie out for the night. We stopped at an apartment before we went to the club, it was Annie’s friend who she was studying with in BCN, he lived with a host family, it was a sweet apartment with a great view of the city that could be seen from the back deck. The family had a cat that I wish I could say I loved because it was real freakin cute but it was pretty bitchy. I tried so hard to get along with it but all I got out of it were bite marks, scratches all over my hands, and the following hilarious sequence of pictures that Zoe took documenting my epic fail at becoming friends with el gato.

Trying to get along with the cat.

We went to a club after the apartment and it was insane, it was on the beach and was really cool, we had a great time. We stayed out till we could see the Barcelona sunrise then headed home and slept for a few hours before venturing out for our last full day in one of the greatest cities I’ve ever been to. We went to look at one last Gaudi exhibit, Casa Mila, then went to this small hole in the wall place in Barceloneta for some Sangria and Tapas. It was an awesome time, I got some Gambas (shrimp with heads, eyes, and legs still on them), and a Spanish omelet. YUMMmmm. I met up with Zoe after that and we walked around Las Ramblas at night, basically just discussing our aspirations for life, how we love to live in the moment, and when we would be road tripping to visit each other in our home cities this summer and schools next year J As exhausted little tourists, we went to sleep a little before midnight so we could get up early and make one last pit stop at La Boqueria, an open air market on Las Ramblas, before we headed back to Copenhagen. As sad as it was leaving Barcelona, it was a little bit easier to accept than the usual upset from vacations ending because we were simply going from one adventure to another. From Barcelona back to good old CPH, it was an easy transition because we knew we had so much to look forward to being back in this wondddaaful city.

A corner of Gaudi's Casa Mila -
the reason I got my pisces charm from BCN


When I got back to Copenhagen, I had an easy week and prepared myself for the next exciting thing: DANIELLE! Miss Danielle Gorlick graced me with her presence on Thursday night, which provided for quite the weekend, obviously. We had an absolutely hilarious time on Thursday night. Without fail, any time spent with this girl is GOOD TIME. We woke up early on Friday to do some touring around Copenhagen. I took her to the top of the Round Tower where you can see the entire city. Then we strolled down Stroget, reached Kongens Nytorv and Nyhavn, then headed over to Fredrickstown where the Amalienborg palace is. From there we walked through Kings Square, a huge park in the city that I know is just going to be a happenin place once the weather gets warmer. We got a coffee then headed home to make some eggplant parmesean and get ready for Friday nooooche, which was of course a fabulous time. I was lucky enough run into our little crew of Danish guys we met a while back, Marc, Jens, Matias, Kristoph, and MEGA GUSTAV, so Danielle had the pleasure of meeting them…and the rest is history.

Off to London now for the week with my Current Trends in Media course. DIS really is an incredible study abroad program. The airfare, hotel, public transportation, and 2 meals a day are all provided for one week on these “study tours,” that every student goes on with their core course. People went to some really cool places, Catherine Ward casually hopped over to the newly established country Kosovo, for example, with her War Crimes and Human Rights class. DIS also set up opportunities for us to meet professionals in our field of study throughout the week. It’s a great deal. Details on my London trip will soon follow. Until next time,


Monday, February 14, 2011

Monday, February 7, 2011

The Land of the Burger

Brace yourself for a lengthy post. It’s been a while so lots to catch up on.

The weekend of bopping around Western Denmark with the Communications program went swimmingly. Our early departure from Frue Plads near Copenhagen University was a dark but comfortable 3 hour ride away from CPH’s island, Zealand, to Jutland, the other island that makes up DK.

We started the trip by splitting into two groups to do the two different activites planned for the weekend. My group first visited a castle in Svendborg, Valdemars Slot. The castle was built by Christian IV for his son, Valdemar, to eventually have. Valdemar died in battle, though, so the castle was passed on through the family; ultimately reaching the current owner of the castle Caroline Flemming. Caroline lives full time in London though, she just uses the castle for parties and other special occasions. Not a big deal.

The next day the groups switched and I went to Brandts Advertising agency in Odense (pronounced Onsa, by Danes). Here 11 other classmates and I put together a newsroom simulation and recorded our own news segment covering a variety of stories. I was the editor of the whole thing so I chose one of the stories that each of my classmates pitched for them to cover, and helped write the script for the segment. With a bit of an Anchorman spin on it, our final product was more like a "rough draft," but had us all laughing the whole time. The story I chose to write was on the current issue of the US working to end Mubarak's reign in Egypt. I came across an article that quoted Mubarak saying that he is "fed up with being president," but was afraid that if he stepped down, he "may cause some chaos." Well Mubarak, in your not stepping down, Egypt is in fact, chaotic. But power to the people! 30 year reign overthrown in 18 days, as of this weekend.

One of the stories two classmates covered was short segment on “How Danes perceive Americans.” Included in this footage were some responses from the Danes like “America’s cool, they have hip hop, and black people.” Ha, funny. Also, of course, the worn-out stereotype of Americans’ obsession with fast food was referenced. A Dane told me one night that he thinks of America as “The Land of the Burger.” Whatever happened to the land of the free? Maybe I am mistaken, but I thought we had a few other noteworthy accomplishments and highlights in history that outshine our perfection of the burger. Apparently not. We may have perfected the burger but no American McDonald’s is as crowded as the golden arches I’ve seen in Copenhagen. They just know how to be active and work it off better than we do. Even in the bitter cold and unpleasant rainy days, little Danish children are running around outside during their school day recess. Come on Birch Meadow Elementary, American kiddos need fresh air and exercise more so than we need practice playing the impersonal and anticlimactic indoor game called 7 up.

I’ve also noticed, just based on casual conversation with Danes, that they all pretty much only care about going to the states if they can go to L.A or New York City. The Danes that have been overseas have gone to NYC or LA, and the ones that haven’t gone say they want to go to…..NYC or LA. They’ve obviously never spent a week with my family in Gloucester or Quonnie.

The newsroom was reeeeeally cool though. I have never had exposure to such hands on and realistic work in the communications field, it's a whole new ordeal that i'm very interested in. Broadcast journalism as a new potential venture, with the lights, the mics, the cameras, the writing, I dig it, we'll see what happens.

The anchor and Sports broadcaster of our news segment.

After the Brandts activity, the two Comm groups reunited and headed to one of the coolest parts of the weekend. We visited M2 Film, a major film production company in Denmark. M2's biggest client, among several others, is Lego and they are responsible for most of Lego's ads. The office was sweet. Very trendy, friendly people, and a professional yet relaxed atmosphere. We were all invited to join them for some mingling at their traditional “Friday Bar.” Every Friday after work around 6, all the employees head to this one room for social beverages, table tennis, beer pong, and some winding down. It was a great opportunity to talk to the employees, including the CEO of the company, in a comfortable setting. Fascinating people. Mette Jellinge, the production manager, gave us a tour of the office and shared with us an interesting perspective. She said that M2 Film does not believe in work that goes without some sort of recognition and payment. At the very least, a bottle of wine, she said. A strange juxtaposition coming from the US where most of us are desperate for an unpaid internship and rarely expect anything more.

Below is a pretty strange and riskay commercial that M2 Film produced. Warning..there is nudity. It is for a grocery store in Germany called Fleggaard. The content of the video and the fact that it’s for a grocery store shows quite clearly a significant cultural difference. You won’t find commercials like this on American networks.

On the last day of the short study tour, we went to an incredible art museum in Arhus called AroS. Saw so many cool exhibits and the piece they are most famous for is below. You can tell how big the young boy is by looking at it in comparison to me standing to the left. It was crazy and looked so realistic. My favorite exhibit was this one room that was made to represent 24 hours of the day in 8 minutes. The lighting in the room changed from darkness with stars to a bright early morning feel as the sun rose in the window. There are pictures below that show the transformation of the room throughout the 8 minutes. I just sat in the room for about 25 minutes and watched it go through, so many little details to pay attention to throughout "the day." After the museum we went with the group to a traditional Danish lunch where we had open faced sandwiches, one roast beef, one smoked salmon, and one potato and chive. They were pretty good but I haven't exactly acquired a taste for it yet. I still would always rather Bertucci's. To conclude the trip, our Comm group had the privilege of trying out paintball! It was a good time, I wasn't crazy about it because we had to run through mud and a lot of us just hid behind trees so it was nearly impossible to actually hit each other. But I did run out of ammo twice so obviously I was shooting at something ( looked cool when it exploded and splattered everywhere).

The room with 24 hours of the day in 8 minutes---->

Danish open-faced sandwiches
Game faces on.

The short study tour was fantastic and this past week has been fabulous. We had loads of sun at the beginning of the week and my whole mindset flipped 180 degrees. I just needed a little burst of sunshine to help me look at this place from a new perspective. Instead of letting the gray sky hinder my appreciation of the precious Scandinavian life, i’ve made it an insignificant backdrop, allowing the dazzling architecture and glamorous fashionistas to shine brighter.

Look how lovely it is....
At the Top of the Round Tower

The Old Royal Theatre
View from the top of the Round Tower
Borsen, a trade market by Christianborg Palace.
A cool art display in front of the palace.
Church of Our Savior -i'm in love with it inside and out.

I was able to experience the traditional European football obsession the other night. On Wednesday night, some fellow Tasingegade hall mates and I got tickets and DK flags and headed to the stadium for the friendly match against England. I bought a DANMARK scarf that I’m borderline obsessed with it’s awesome. Catherine and I got in a little after everyone else and some lady directed us to the completely wrong seats so for the first half of the game we were right behind the goal line, so close up to some big time football celebs. It was aaaaawesome. Then for the second half we decided to join our friends and watch the game from the upper deck of the stadium, which was equally as cool because it was so high up and had a great view. Loads of fun. They lost but whatever.
The stadium from our seats on the upper deck.
Die hard fans.

Close up of Ashley Cole..big shot Englishman

This past weekend Kendra Gravelle came to visit!! We did some hilarious things together, definitely a trip to remember. Today we took her to Christiania and then met up with Catherine’s cousin from Ireland (she’s studying at Copenhagen University, coincidentally) to watch the Ireland Vs. France Rugby final…at a pub called the Dubliner, of course. It was great!! Ireland lost, it was a bummer even though I'm not partial to either side, I was just surrounded by sad Irish people. I really am loving these popular European sports though, handball being my favorite so far. After the match the three of us went out to dinner at this place where all the food was 50% off. We went a little crazy and got a bruschetta app, an entrée each, and a banana split for dessert!! Only came to 100 kroner (20$) with the discount so it was a great success. Banana split lasted maaaaaaaybe all of 1 minute. And I acquired another fork to add to my collection that some of you may know about. (If you don’t know, just ask). In the four weeks I’ve been here I’ve already accumulated 7 new forks from restaurants. International forks, awesome.

I’m going to Barcelo0o0o0na in 2 weeks with Catherine and my friend here, Zoe. We’re meeting Connor Foley and Jeff Goulet there IT’S GOING TO BE INSANE. I cannot wait to see them!!

Also, sidenote – I love hearing that I have loyal followers of my blog! Namely, Brock Manheim, a friend from 2 doors down, what a guyyyyyy. I love even more getting comments so keep it coming!

Yikes I’ve gone a little crazy with this blog post, can’t shut me up. I have plenty more to say but I’m going to have to call it quits. Look at my pictures to find out more. Oh and Happy Valentine’s day! I’m missing all my family and friends back home and in VT big time. And especially missing Mr. Johnny Brussard. I love you all!

Until next time,

Sunday, January 30, 2011

I'm Charming

Each time I post a new blog entry I walk away from my computer and a bunch of little things I wish I had included pop into my head. So i've started jotting down my thoughts as I walk around the city so I don't miss a beat.

I'm watching the Denmark vs. France handball championship right now with the fellow Tasingegade-ers in the common room. SO EXCITING!! Theyre in overtime, DANMARK is up 33-32. Oops, and France just scored. Tie game. It's a crazy game, so fun to watch, really fast paced and there's a lot of action. France scored again. 34-33, at the half of overtime. yikes. Some of the saves these goalies make are absurd, occasionally falling into splits to boot the ball in another direction. The goalie for Denmark is only 21. crazaaaay. Denmark scores! 34-34. France scores, 35-34. Aaaaand again, 38-34. damn. France wins. repeat world champions. Heavy hearts in this common room right now. wah wah

I didn't mention in the last entry, big jump #4. I got the idea from a little friend I like to call slam pooper. Miss Samantha Hooper suggested I start a charm bracelet, so I decided that I would collect charms from places I see and travel to over the course of this semester. So as of last weekend when I purchased a small copper coin with the image of a viking ship on it and clipped it to my bracelet, i'm charming!

One thing I wasn't ready for, being charged for tap water! WHY? I went out to dinner and ordered a pitcher of water for four of us and when we were done, thinking nothing of it, I asked for a refill. It's tap, so what, it's free right. Wrong. 23 Kroner for a pitcher of water...equivalent to about $4.50. Bummmmmmer.

Although the water charge was a nuisance, it didn't keep me away from indulging in a lovely little Danish brunch with a few people from my floor today. This time I brought a water bottle thought, learned my lesson. We had an all you can eat brunch complete with smoked salmon, brie, pasta salad with sun dried tomatos and chicken, keish, tasty Frøsnappers (a little danish), scrambled eggs, bacon, and little hot dogs of course! No Danish meal is complete without a hot dog option. I was all about the smoked salmon ooooh my, so good. Apparently Sunday brunch is a big thing among the Danes. It was nice to taste some of the Danish cuisine.

So Thursday night I went to my professors house for dinner with my International Marketing class, it was so nice to have a home cooked meal and get to know my professor and other cool classmates. His family was there too, his youngest son's name is Oliver SO CUTE, he was kicking people's ass in FIFA. His wife Lene was precious and made some bombbbb dig pizza on top of more Frickadeller and delish pasta salad. He provided us with some beer and some wine and he said we could have as much as we want but "when the bucket is done, you're done." Bon Apetit!

After dinner, Alli arrived. Her visit with us was so funnnn! So glad she came. She experienced her first franks hot dog...and LOVED IT. We showed her around the city during the day and then at dusk, introduced her to the night life, starting each night with the standard Tasingegade 29 pregame. She fit right in!

It was actually soooooooooo weird on Thursday night, quite a coincidental occurance. There's this program called DIS buddy network and my school matches you up with a young Dane to become friends and spend some time getting an idea of the Danish culture. So i signed up for it and just got matched up with someone the other day but haven't talked to her or hung out with her yet, just got her name. On Thursday night it was just so strange, i was walking to this club and didn't know how to get there so I approached a rando Dane on the street asking for directions and she was going the same way. So we walked with her a bit and started chatting and she said "my name's claudia i just signed up for this DIS buddy program" so freaked out and said wait a minute nooooo way, and she said "omg youre not rachel stone are you?" SHE WAS MY BUDDY. i just randomly approached her in the street and she was the girl i just got matched up with the other day. talk about small world, how crazy.

I have to go work on an article for my International Reporting class and I need to start planning my trips throughout the semester and my spring break! Any suggestions, followers? Let me know!!

PS..tomorrow is TACO NIGHT with the crew here, complete with Sangria and Margaritas. I'm in charge of tortillas and black beans. arrrrrrrriba!


Thursday, January 27, 2011


whhhhere do I begin.

Well for starters, tonight at about 9:30 pm a fellow Miker will be taking on the city of Copenhagen for the weekend with Catherine and me. Alli Roberts, who is currently studying abroad in London for the semester, is heading north! Neither Catherine nor I are anywhere near sufficiently acquainted with the city yet so she's going to join us for weekend #2 of exploring Danish life. Here goes nothing!

So big jump #3 is underway now as well. I have a roommate! I was just starting to accept the whole single room thing, because it is pretty lonely, but then on Monday (or Mandag -Danish) morning I got an email that I'd be getting a roommate. So a couple of days later, Jenna from Texas moved in! She goes to Vanderbilt and alreadyknows a lot of people on my floor from meeting them over the past week here, so she fits right in. It's a pretty good deal.

I forgot to include a part of my Christiania trip in my last entry. After we got our crepes (can't emphasize enough how delishhhh they were), we were trying to warm oursevles up and maybe even meet some Danes. There were fires in garbage cans scattered around the premisis so we figured we'd just post up next to one of those with the Danes standing there and see how it goes. Well it acutally didn't go so well. We tried one of the fires by a stand, kind of exclusive, so kind of risky, but we didn't think anything of it. We walked up all smiley and innocent, stood there for about 10 seconds until someone with a very straight face muttered, "You can't stand here." we moved on to the next fire. This one was less crowded and in a more open spot so we walked over to them hoping for the best. Then again, "You can't stand here," one man said. So now this is just awkward. I could not even stop laughing but it was painfully awkward as we turned around and walked away, rejected from fire #2. So we just kind of loitered in a corner freezing our tails off for a while until we decided just to leave. On the way out, there was one garbage can fire that was right smack in the middle of the whole area and we assumed this one must be okay so let's just try and see. So we stopped, and the people there let us stay maybe 20 seconds this time before they once again told us "You can't stand here." I burst out laughing and just walked away because seriously? rejected from three fires, we look completely idiotic and it's just more and more awkward every time but for some reason we wouldn't give up. Learned our lesson though, don't even try the fires.

Last weekend I went on a DIS organized event to Roskilde, the original capital of Denmark. We learned a lot about the Cathedral, its architecture, and the town itself. Denmark's biggest industry used to be Herring back in the day, interesting. The Cathedral was beautiful, so many intricate designs and so much history based on each part of the building. Apparently Denmark has hundreds of churches, several in each town, but overall they are not a very religious group of people. Maybe just have them for estheic pleasure? After Roskilde, we went to the Viking Ship museum and looked at some enormous ships and learned a lot about the viking adventures during their time.

Just a side note - I haven't talked too much about the whole Biking culture here, which is odd because it's insanely huge. Bikes everywhere, people on bikes at all times of the day. In the dark when I wait for the bus to go to my first class (yeah it's dark until about 8:30 am), all the way into the wee hours of the evening (or morning i guess- 2/3 am ish). It's really cool, they have a specific bike lane with street lights for the bikers to follow, they're just like cars. Except their slightly different than cars because cars tend to stop for pedestrians...bikers don't. The bike lane is more dangerous than the 2 lane main streets with cars on them. It's kind of like frogger - cross at your own risk.

My friend Zoe has a visiting family, it's through the DIS program, they match you up with a Danish family to spend some time with throughout the semester. So on Tuesday night, they invited her and a friend to dinner, so I was the friend. They have a daughter who is our age and she is just hilarious - she played soccer and studied in Florida for a few months last semester and she had a lot of funny things to say about America. She warned us about her house before we got there "It's not like houses in America," she said. We weren't sure what she meant by that but then she followed up with "I've seen the houses in LA, Orange County, Florida....we don't have a pool." Zoe and I reassured her that those houses are actually NOT what most of America looks like...and in fact, neither one of us have pools either.

So for dinner we had this Danish food called Frikadeller (hence the title of this blog). Very very very tasty - it's just kind of like meatballs, but in a different shape. Nina, the daughter, was all about ketchup and was utterly shocked when I politely declined her offer for ketchup with my meal. We discussed European traveling, which places are best to visit, and also talked about the "Happy Pills," Danes must be perscribed to that make them so content. Personally, I have not noticed any sort of outstanding happiness. Danes seem very reserved, and not really as friendly as I expected - I guess I had a specific idea and expectation of the "happiest people in the world," to be overly friendly and jolly - not exactly how it is from my perspective but hey, i'm new here, only 1 week in.

It was so great to sit down in a little Danish home and see what it's like. It wasn't drastically different, just interesting. After dinner the whole family crowded around the tv with a bowl of gummies (that I nearly single handedly got rid of...yum) to watch the Denmark Vs. Sweden semi-finals handball game. It's all the rage. My professors told me about it too, Denmark is undefeated! And they remain undefeated, winning the game we watched over Sweden 26-22 I believe. Nina was very funny when she talked about her friends from the US -"I thought on halloween everyone would dress up as something scaaaary, but no, they were all slutty! Everyone was SNOOKI!" (or "shnewki"-as she pronounced it). Yeah, I guess you're right, Nina, some aspects of halloween are a little different in the US.

So today I have two more classes - International Reporting, for which i've started an article on Danish fashion. I interviewed a woman in a very trendy store to use as a source, she was so cute and very helpful. The articles I write for this International Reporting class are going to be put on the DIS website as a tool for potential study abroad students to hear what it's like in CPH from an American sweeeet. Then my final class of the day is International Marketing - it's a cool class. The professor is the best part. Tonight he invited us all over for dinner at his house! So at 6:30 i'll be heading over there for dinner, and getting back just in time to meet Miss Alli for some Thursday night Danish FUN!

I just uploaded the first round of pictures to facebook so check em out! I should include a few here but I have to get going. Until next time,


Saturday, January 22, 2011

Capers. And No Photos

The littlest things make the world of a difference when I finally begin adjusting to the culture shock. The time telling difficulties i've experienced since being here contribute to the several instances of sleeping through my alarm clock and ultimately placing myself in a frazzled state even beyond my usual discombobulation. Military time is taking a toll on me. However, just as I climbed into my bed a minute ago and planned to take a cat nap, I remembered to set my alarm in military time, so 19:45, not 7:45. This way, if all goes well, I won't stroll into the discotek for the DIS arrival party at 10:55 just in time for last call on the free drinks they had been providing since 8 pm. lovely.

So today we finished the first week of classes. Two days of classes, I guess. But all of the courses seem really ineresting and i'm feeling very good about this semester academically and otherwise. Today after returning from class, I collected myself from the hilarious evening I enjoyed last night. It was complete with introducing my RA to the game Thumper and playing with him, meeting and becoming facebook friends with group of 17 year old Danish guys, and a successful experience with my new flashy black lace designed tights. A fantastic round of photos will explain the young danes and entertain with some other great captured moments of the evening, and the city itself. Around 3, I headed out to explore Christiania with a great crew, Zoe, Tom, and Vinny - three fellow shared housing pals. It closely resembles my idea of a fairy tale, a world that couldn't possibly exist and especially in a small borough of the trendy, busy city of Copenhagen. Well it does exist, but you'll have to go see for yourself - NO PHOTOS ALLOWED. But its kind of nice knowing that underground little world is happening, with the law that does not allow dogs to be on leashes, delicious Danish pancakes, and a variety of other tasty "treats" scattered along the cobblestone streets. The best part, the beautiful wooden welcoming sign that says "Christiania" as you enter, and "You are now entering the EU" as you leave.

Upon my re-enterance to the EU, I began observing little details of the Danes and Copenhagen. The abundance of the womens' ponytail hair-dos caught my eye first. Long healthy looking, usually blonde, hair tied up high on their heads, letting the rest hang down over their shoulders. Beautiful. Adorable, trendy, diva-licious pre-teens sporting fabulous outfits - little hot pink practically patent leather boots with dark pink leg warmers showing out of the top, unique little knit beanies, and hip attitudes. Glamorous! Other particular distinctions: .dk; black things; fabulous fur and leather boots; repetitive exchanges of tak - mangtak, or thank you - many thanks; hyggle- the word for the danish "cozy" craze, and a tendency to swallow your letters when you speak. It's really wild how another side of the world can seem like a completely different world.

So the small but noteworthy big jump #2 kind of just presented itself today, and from this, I decided each big jump I make will just be noted as an observation of the phases I go through as I go through daily life. As I jump into each new place, or experience, or ineterest, i'll note it as a big jump, and document it through the blog. I've been cooking for myself for about a week now and because of a very unexpected ingredient, my dishes have been delicious. I've been using capers in each one of the concoctions i've prepared. Pasta salad, chicken and mushrooms, sauteed brocoli with pesto, the omlet I made this morning. Capers are the next big thing. Jumping into an obsession with capers, my tastebuds can thank me later.

The diskotek evening wassssssss excellent. Free beer all night, lots of mingling, lots of new faces. Catherine, my friend who's also from St. Mike's, brought her "Danish Buddy," Nadia, along. Nadia was not too pleased with the American behavior - "Why do Americans rub up against each other when they dance? You'll never see a Danish person doing that,'' she said. I wasn't quite sure how to I later threw myself into the pulsing mass of DIS students on the dance floor, I didn't see how you could avoid the rubbing, maybe Danes just give each other a little bit more space. Very funny.

I went on a run today, after waking up at 1:30 pm, probably the latest i've ever slept in my life. It felt good and it was cool to just explore the neighborhood I live in that is set on the outskirts of the busy city. Lovelyyyy little place. CPH just keeps pleasantly surprising me, every time I turn the corner there's something new to check out. Last night it seemed that every time I turned a corner I was at a hot dog stand, and because of that I bought two hot dogs, complete with the works, and a hamburger. (GROSS RACHEL). But I didnt eat the hamburger, handed it off to someone else. Good decision. The hot dogs were fantastic though. A bit of an upgrade from the Quad Food I usually indulge in on Friday nights at St. Mike's - although still love that dearly.

Okay, off to get ready for tonight - pub crawl with our RAs and the other students living in our building. Starting the night off at the "Great Dane Cafe" - aka the common room of our building where we all hang out before we head out. Oh yes one more thing, I told one of the 17 year old Danes I met the other night that "we should hang out tonight." He asked "What do Americans mean when they say 'hang out'?" Quite funny.


Thursday, January 20, 2011

One More Thing...

OOPS! I forgot to mention that I saw the changing of the guards at the royal palace two days ago! It was very entertaining. The marching, the funny furry hats, the strict, conscise line formations, good stuff. Also, the Queen's birthday is happening during our time here - I was encouraged by one of the DIS speakers who was telling us about the royal palace, to skip class on that day and go by the palace - probably will be quite an event!

One last thing, we took the "harbor bus," from one point in copenhagen to the royal palace. It's just public transportation by boat because it's quicker. I don't know, maybe they do that in America but i've never seen it before so it was pretty awesome for me! I'm just all about new experiences now, whether or not they are Danish. :)