Archives for the month of: February, 2013

What a day! It is beautiful and sunny today! I’m pretty sure I was whistling on my bike ride home. This is me, wearing sunglasses, on the balcony outside my room:


Also this is Molly, chillin’ with me the other day while I was blogging!

I learned about my week in Turkey and let me be the first to tell you that it will be jam packed! Our tour guide should be quite the character, from what I am told. Very fun! This is a little run down on what my days will be like:

Starting on Sunday March 3rd

  • Be at Airport at 10:30
  • Plane leaves at 12:30
  • Staying at the Grand Halic Hotel
  • Group dinner (there are about 40 of us)

Monday, March 4th

  • Breakfast at Hotel
  • Head to the eastern part of Istanbul via awesome boat.
  • Go to Marmara University to the Department of Early Childhood Education
  • School Visit
  • Head back to western part of Istanbul/ dinner and rest of evening on own

Tuesday, March 5th (Ps. My birthday!!)

  • Breakfast at hotel
  • School visits (choice of two)
  • Cultural afternoon –> Hagia Sophia, Grand Bazaar, Spice Market
  • Group Dinner
  • Seeing a Dance Performance of traditional Turkish dance

Wednesday, March 6th

  • Breakfast at hotel
  • Choice of going to 1 of 5 schools (Lunch with the group you go to school with)
  • Afternoon lecture from the head of UNICEF Turkey division.
  • Evening on own

Thursday, March 7th

  • Breakfast at hotel
  • Cultural morning–> Topkapi Palace, Blue Mosque, Hippodrome
  • Lunch on Bosphorous Boat Cruise (!!!)
  • Group dinner

Friday, March 8th

  • Breakfast at hotel
  • Academic wrap-up
  • Plane leaves at 3:10
  • Arrive back in CPH at 5:00pm (17:00)

Holy Mary mother of cows. Can you believe all that stuff??? It is going to be so much fun!! There is such a lovely group of people going on this trip too, so it will be even more fun. Also we are the first CDD (Child Diversity and Development) course to ever go to public schools in Turkey. For us to be able to visit public schools you have to go through the Ministry of National Education in Turkey and it took 2 years for them to get back to our professor. They said no, but thankfully our professor has tons of connections and she got us into a few publish schools! It pays to know the right people, that’s for sure.

Another thing: Have you ever been looking in a store and then, as if the fates have taken an interest in you personally, you spot something that is absolutely screaming your name? Some real stars aligned kind of stuff? That happened to me today. In the sales (udsalg, in Danish) area. Go figure. This is the little item:


It was 50DKK (Kroner). Now you might be thinking, “Wow, that is a lot of money! Isn’t that a little expensive, Miaja?” Oh no, dear friends. That is cheap! 50DKK is 10 US dollars! Finding something worth 50DKK in a store is a miracle! It is like a sign from the gods telling me that this skirt was meant to be in my possession. I kid you not, it was talking to me. It said: “Miaja! Over here, girl! Look how colorful and fantastic I am. BUY ME, YOU IMPULSIVE BUYING SAPLING ” It was very convincing, I’ll have you know. I decided it will look great in Turkey because it will be in the 50’s when I go next week!

Alright, well I have said all I need to say. See you on the flip side!


I am so excited for Turkey! (The English translation of my title)

AHHH! I can’t believe it!! This time next week I will be in Turkey. It’s unbelievable how quickly time has passed. Very soon it will be March and I will have been here for two months. I have this weird feeling that I have been here so long, but sometimes I also feel like I have been here for only two weeks. I’m not sure how to explain it. But it’s weird.

(Ps. As I am writing this blog I have a puppy biting my chin. This is both cute and painful.)

I have been learning about the education system in Turkey, which is not in the greatest condition right now, and the more I learn the more I am interesting to see what the culture is like firsthand. I have heard so many different opinions, even from people on the street. Literally. We had to go up to people on the street outside of our classroom and ask them about Turkey. Very interesting assignment. People from Turkey are the biggest immigrant population here in Denmark. Think about the feelings toward the Mexican population in America, it is very similar in Denmark toward the Turkish population.

I will be getting a rundown of what my stay in Turkey will be like tomorrow. My professor, Maja (a different spelling of my name. Maja is actually a fairly popular name in Denmark. Said My-Ahh), grew up in Turkey as a child and even went to school there. I’m told by a student who went to Turkey with Maja last semester that she is a mother bear when it comes to her students visiting Turkey. She is uber protective. It will be nice to have someone there who knows the area pretty well and who knows the language.

Here are some things I might see when I am in Istanbul:




It will be so different than what I am used to and I just can’t wait! (Sorry, Uncle Bruce. I know you don’t like that expression very much for some pretty great philosophical reasons, but it needs to be used here!) Also, I turn 21 in Turkey so that should be interesting.

I’m not exactly sure what I will be doing exactly while I am there, but it doesn’t really matter as long as I am there!

Just thought I would share some excitement with you all!

Enjoy your day/night!

I realized as I was looking through the blogs I have written that I have not done a blog about food! Isn’t that just preposterous? How could I be in a completely different part of the world and not talk about the food? Shame on me. I want to touch on three things when it comes to food.

One: There is something called “The fruit Bowl” in my house. My host father works with a company that delivers fruits and vegetables to markets, restaurants, and other such places. Therefore we usually have a very good selection of fruits and vegetables in the house at all times, i.e. The Fruit Bowl. It is one of the most fantastic parts about living with this host family (besides the fact that they are just amazing and wonderful people). Every time that bowl is full again, my heart warms. It is such a great sight to see when it is filled. I’ll show you what I mean:


The Mecca of all fruit bowls. Makes me tear up a little bit.

Two: I thought it would be fun for everyone to know what a typical Danish meal is like. I figured I would go through each meal of the day and tell you what would be served. So, starting with breakfast (Note: I don’t have any of my own pictures of this meal because my host family doesn’t eat typical Danish breakfast, but I did have it at the hostels when I was on my Study Tour in western Denmark):





Breakfast is usually made up of cheese, bread, meat, veggies, fruit, hard/soft boiled eggs, yogurt, Moslie (which is what they call cereal, but it’s granola), flakes (real cereal), coffee/Tea, and juice or milk. It is pretty big and it is very yummy! When I had this kind of breakfast at the hostles in Odense and Kolding, it was so delicious. The bread here is wonderful and you wouldn’t think eating veggies in the morning would be too appealing, but it is! It’s very easy to be full when this kind of spread is laid out before you. Take my word for it.

Lunch is a bit smaller, usually just a sandwich or salad. Most people, even in the work force, are bringing their lunch to work more than they used to because it is a lot cheaper to do so. Also I know that a lot of Danes will just take leftovers for lunch. My host brother does this whenever he can. However the traditional thing to have in Denmark for lunch is an open faced sandwich even if it is just bread (almost always rye bread) with some spread on the top. Examples of lunch:




(Photo already posted on one of my blogs)




Dinner will obviously vary depending on the family, but I can tell you that traditionally, dinner is very heavy. It will consist of three things: meat, potatoes, and gravy. I have talked to other DIS students who live with host families and that is what they will eat almost every night. They will even wrap their meat in meat. Traditional dinner is not for the fainthearted in Denmark. My host parents are not traditional, as I have said, so their dinner is usually healthy, we have a salad at almost every dinner, and I haven’t seen a single pot of gravy made in this house. However, you have to watch out because they make a lot and they expect you to eat a lot. I can’t let my host mom scoop anything on to my plate anymore because she will scoop three times more than I am capable of eating and expect me to eat it all. Even when I’m making my own plate she will say things like, “Oh, no. More for you.” Or, “Do you not like it, why don’t you have more?” For those in America, think of the typical grandma that is always concerned that you are looking too thin, and multiply that by… I don’t know…five. When we have pizza night in this house they roll out what appears to be a normal sized pizza dough made for a few people to eat and tell you to make your pizza. Your. Pizza. They roll out the size of a 13-14 inch pizza and have you put your own toppings on with the expectation that you will eat the whole pizza. I can tell you, they eat their whole pizza every time. Here are some typical Danish dinners (again, not my personal pictures):

danish christmas dinner





Little side story: I have a friend who is in my core course who told me she had a girls night with her host mom and host sisters. They were gonna have dinner and watch movies together, without the boys in the house. A girly dinner was chicken, veggies, salad, and wine. Her host mom said that they have to eat this when her husband isn’t home because it is a girly dinner. Weird, right? Kinda funny in an odd way, though.

Three: This is where I talk about the title of this blog. Dumpster Diving. Initially you may think, “Now, what the heck is this girl about? She doesn’t actually mean that does she?” Oh yes, my compadres. I mean diving head first into big dumpsters full of uneaten gold. Let me give you a little background. Bakeries, grocery stores, and restaurants have to throw away perfectly good food at the end of the day. Grocery stores are a little different, but bakeries and restaurants just throw out everything that doesn’t get sold at the end of the day. They toss all that delicious, mind-numbing, toe-tingling food into black trash bags before throwing it into the dumpster. It is an honest to god crime. I would eat all of those pastries even if they were a day old. Are you with me, or what?

You might be wondering, “Is she off her rocker?” I’m not gonna lie, probably, but I’m not alone on the  subject. There is a dumpster diving culture, here in Denmark, as well as other European countries (I looked it up). It is not something that only the bum on the street is doing (although there are not a ton of bums in Denmark and the ones that are here are probably loving the dumpster), but ordinary people you walk by everyday on the way to work. Who wouldn’t want to take part in uneaten, totally-clean-because-they-are-put-into-separate-trash-bags-from-the-actual-garbage, free food? Most of which I am thinking of are Danish pastries.

I need to take part in this.

And don’t think it’s just me. Almost all of my friends here in Denmark want to take part in this great adventure! Even the lovely Liesje, (for those who know her, you know how insane this is).

Here are some examples of what can be found:



Putting pastries in their own bag is not the way to stop people from diving in dumpster. Just sayin’. I have heard stories of whole DRC’s and Kolligeums (dorm type living for DIS students) having free breakfast for a few days because of dumpster diving. I’ll let you know when my day comes.

I’m sure you are a bit hungry, if you aren’t because of the dumpster discussion, I’m not sorry. If you have any specific questions involving food let me know!

I have gotten a question concerning the smores that I had taken part in at my friend Ingrid’s birthday party. They do basically eat smores like we think of in the US with the marshmallow, cookie of some kind, and chocolate, but it is a bit different. I don’t think they have graham crackers here, but they use this cookie type cracker that is on the thicker side and kind of has a vanilla taste to it. Plus they don’t use chocolate bars, they use this very thin sheet of chocolate that is even used on sandwiches. And the marshmallows are even different. They are smaller and are made of actual sugar. You could tell because instead of catching on fire, they would caramelize in the fire if you held it in the flame too long. Always good to know that what you are eating is real.

Alright, everyone. That was all about food! If you have any suggestions on topic you think I should blog about, let me know!

Have good days!

Did that title draw you in?? ‘Cause I thought it was the right mixture of mysterious and a builder of some great anticipation. I knew I wanted to blog, because I feel like you all, as my lovely readers (or what I like to think of as my fan base) deserve to know what’s going on in the country of Denmark. I feel like my writing is very random most of the time, but I figure if you decided to click the link to read my blog, than you know what you are in for.

First off, I would like to talk about a place I went to in Copenhagen last weekend. I went to the round tower, built by Christian IV (I’m sure you remember him from past blogs I have written). It was built between 1637 and 1642 as part of the Trinity Complex which “United three of the most important facilities available to 17th-century scholars: an astronomical observatory, a student’ church, and a university library” (Pamphlet given to me at the tower). There is a great view at the top and you can see so much of Copenhagen, and probably other parts of Denmark when it’s not cloudy!

A view:


A fun fact about the Round Tower (Rundetaarn, in Danish) is that the inside was made so that a horse and carriage could make it to the top because Christian IV didn’t want to walk up to the top. This is what it looks like going up to the top:



Christina and I went with a great girl named Sofie. She is related to our host mom and she has to be one of the funniest people I have met in Denmark. She is 15 and she is the most mature and knowledgeable 15 year old out there. Sofie, if you are reading this, we had so much fun with you that day and we will have to watch Die Hard from the beginning very soon!!

The three of us at the top of the tower:


After we went to the tower we went to this great little cafe and had lunch/”brinner” together and were there for…maybe three hours? It is so easy for the three of us to talk and laugh!

Sooooo, I wanted to go a little bit farther into the past and talked about a museum that I went to with so great girls! I went to the Danish Design Museum:

It was really interesting to see what kinds of things were in this museum (not everything was Danish, though). What I thought was cool was their instillation of album cover art was so cool! We weren’t expecting to see it there and there were rooms filled with Danish and British/American album covers. (Now, when I say album, I don’t mean CD, I mean vinyl. Beautiful, smooth vinyl.) As a pretty major music enthusiast I was excited to say the least. The exhibit talked about trends for different eras and how listening to music developed over time.

Some pictures of this awesomeness:





Needless to say….it was awesome.

Also, there was a lot of other cool stuff in this museum, such as fun chair designs, different cultural designs from England, Asia, and other such countries. Here are more pictures for your viewing pleasure:









Wanted to say that two of those chairs are especially amazing because they are both made out of recycled newspaper! It was super cool to see.

Besides those exciting things I have been trying to get sleep because you can never get enough of that in Denmark and I have been having so much fun in my classes as well as hanging out with fun people. Today, as some of you know, I ran for the first time in a while and it was awesome! Christina is sort of acting as my coach, which is fun. She is a great motivator and she will help me get to where I want to be when it comes to running. She is also really nice to bounce ideas and thoughts off of because she has been running for some time now, plus we both have the short legs problem. Running in my town is actually pretty easy and very pretty. We only ran a mile, to see how my body would feel, but it was fun to see different parts of the immediate area that I haven’t had a chance to see yet. We are going to run again tomorrow. Here is my game face:


Notice the new kicks….they were great to run in, no complications. (For those of you know know me pretty well, you might be wondering why I have pink shoes. I hate pink. However, when a shoe is on sale, the color becomes null and void.)

Alright, well this has been a great chat. Not sure if you actually needed to beware, but again….it got you to read the blog, didn’t it?

Farewell, readers. Until we meet again.

Sorry, my-faithful-readers-who-are-mostly-my-family-and-friends, for not blogging in a while. I know how much you hate it when you don’t get to read my blogs. I know…I have awesome blogging skills. What can I say??

Obviously because there is a different culture in Denmark compared to the US, there will be customs here that we don’t have. One of the customs here that is really fun and has been happening for about a week now, it feels like, is Festalavn. This holiday has been going on since around the 1700’s and the American equivalent (which still doesn’t quite add up) is Halloween. I’ll try to give you a background for the holiday as best as I can, but I still don’t exactly understand it, so don’t quote me.

Festalavn (pronounced festa-lawn) originated from Christianity and happens sometime after Ash Wednesday. It was thought that any plague could be avoided if a black cat was killed. You can actually see this kind of thing in many other European cultures as well such as German and French. So what happened in Denmark is a live cat was put in a barrel and people would try to break open the barrel with sticks/twigs. When they did break the barrel and the cat came out they would beat the cat to death. In 1830 they stopped using live cats and switched to dead cats. Now, however, it is more like a fun holiday for kids. The kids will dress up and beat a barrel full of candy. No more beating cats. The person who gets the bottom of the barrel to break off is called the King. (In case you are wondering, One of my very best ladies was crowned the king! King Liesje, shout out to my gummy bear! haha)

They have pastries they make special for this holiday in Denmark!


They are a little hollowed out and filled with a huge amount of delicious cream then topped with more cream. You can’t go wrong with that, can you?

Today was very fun because I went to a more traditional birthday party. It was for my friend Ingrid and she turned 21 today. Her host parents wanted to throw her a Danish birthday, and let me tell you…we had a Danish celebration. It starts with showing up to the party, of course, and this is how you know it’s someone’s birthday:


Danish flags in the yard. The flag is everywhere for birthdays. As you can see from the table:


There are actual mini flags, flags on the napkins…and an American flag on the wall, which was pretty funny. That is Ingrid and I, just so you know.

I think we were continuously eating from the time we got to their house at 2:30 until we left around 10. There was cake, bread, sweets, a delicious dinner (I was so impressed and thankful because Ingrid’s host family made the three vegetarians – of which I was one of the three – a whole different meal because we wouldn’t eat hotdogs), and we even roasted marshmallows in the backyard.



Her host family was so welcoming and I felt very much at home. It was great to hang out with some wonderful people.

Note to those who were there: We should camp out in Ingrid’s backyard when it gets nicer outside. I don’t mean to invite myself, ’cause I hate when people do that, but how fun would that be? Just sayin’.

I’m sure there has been a lot more lovely things that have happened since the last time I have blogged and I’m sure I will think of some stuff as I am trying to go to bed, because my brain thinks that’s a great game to play. Stupid brain.

Random: This is what Christina and I made our host family the other night for dinner:


Also the bar that had some pretty great jams to dance to (for those of you not on Facebook, I went to a bar with some friends to dance and the music variety was pretty eclectic but very fun) was this place:


Don’t ask me how to pronounce that one. I have no clue. I’m thinking gibberish.

So, I thought I might do something different in this blog: I’m going to ask my readers if they have any questions they want me to answer about anything Danish. Anything at all. ( When I saw anything at all, there are still boundries. Just pointing that out. Don’t be a smart alack. You know who you are.)

So, either comment on this blog posting or you can message me on facebook with your questions and the next time I blog I will do my very best to answer them!

Until next time…

I woke up this morning and thought to myself, “Some eggs would be great.” So, Christina and I decided to get the fixings together and make some eggs with spinach and other assorted vegetables. It was so good, but the best part about this delicious breakfast had to be the ketchup. That’s right. Ketchup. Why, you might ask? Because it was the first time I have had the wonderful red sauce in over a month and I forgot how freaking awesome it tastes! You wouldn’t think ketchup would be something you miss, but oh my gosh it was so wonderful. Great way to start the day!

I thought I would catch you up with the growth of the puppies:




They are growing up so quickly! They are really funny now because they are playful and they think they’re so tough. It makes me laugh when I hear one of them growl.

Last night I went to a free concert in Copenhagen with some wonderful ladies. It was at this place:


We were all pretty tired, but we figured what the heck. It’s free. We waited around for the doors to open and when they did it was insanityI have never been pressed so tightly to a stranger before in my life. Sorry about that, guy-who-was-taller-than-the-empire-state-building. They only let a few people in at a time because they didn’t want to overwhelm the coat-check. In theory that was a great idea, but being one of the people standing outside in the can of anchovies, I would have to disagree. There was one point when breathing was a little hard. These are my friends, Maddie and Morgan, about to escape the chaos outside:


Once all of us made it inside and we gave our coats away, we went downstairs into the venue to see Foxygen:


For a free concert it wasn’t too bad. The band was actually American, so it was cool that we could understand the lyrics. The lead singer was a bit of a jerk, and really liked to rant about random things between songs. For example, he was angry because his mike was shocking his mouth since the old and new equipment didn’t like to work together well. Oh, well. All in all it was a pretty fun and relaxing night. This is Foxygen onstage:


Now for some random stuff –

I thought you all might be interested to hear about some cultural differences that can create a little bit of misunderstandings. Or at least, that I have dealt with. The other morning I was boiling some eggs and my host mother came over and moved my pot to a different burner and told me I was making my eggs wrong. She poured out half of my water and put a plate over it while it boiled. She asked me, “Haven’t you ever done this before?” I told her that yes, of course I have but not her way. At first I was really offended because, to me, it seemed like she was thinking I was stupid or something, but the more I thought about it and talked with a friend of mine, I came to the conclusion that she doesn’t think I’m dumb. In Denmark you don’t beat around the bush. You don’t sugar coat like in the US. None of this, “Hey, could I show you a better way to do that?” or “Can I show you a little trick?”. Here, people get to the point and are not afraid to be blunt. She saw that I wasn’t making my eggs “correctly” and told me so. End of story. You have to reevaluate when you talk to a Danish person because if they say something that is kind of offensive, what they tell you is not considered offensive or rude here. So heads up, if anyone comes to Denmark for an extended period of time.

When packing for Denmark, I didn’t think about sneakers or work out clothes because I was just packing with the thought that it is absolutely freezing here. After quite a bit of contemplation, I decided that I need to get some shoes and go to the gym in Albertslund. I don’t know what the gym is like and yes, I do have to pay for the gym every month, but I think it will be worth it. Going out to look for shoes tomorrow.

A last comment: Biking while it is snowing is not fun.

Hello there, my lovely readers. It’s been a while, huh? I’m sure you are all wondering where I have been since the last time I blogged. I’m going to enlighten you, but first I would like to talk about what happened this morning because not only was it funny, but it should go down in the books. It’s about my bike.

This morning Christina and I were on our way to the train station and everything was fine and dandy. I was eating my breakfast of champions (bread and butter because I was a little slow this morning) and we were on a role riding down the bike lane. When suddenly…Christina, who is riding in front of me, stops because a car wanted to go into a parking lot we were about to pass. I didn’t hear her breaking and I realized I was going a whole lot faster than she was. I quickly slammed on my break (you have to pedal backwards to stop) but I knew I wouldn’t stop soon enough, so I jerked to the right and proceeded to crash to the ground. Not too much damage came from the crash, but I have a pretty good gash on my knee that is not going to be fun to look at tomorrow or the day after. My bike? It is alright but I had to readjust the handlebars because they had been twisted and my basket is a bit wonky looking now. All in all Everything is in working order. My host dad is going to have a look at my bike just in case.

Alright, now to where I have been these last couple days. This week for DIS was called Core Course Week. This means that we don’t have classes and we travel with the people in our core course class to somewhere outside of Copenhagen. So, because I am in Child Diversity and Development as my core course, I spent three wonderful days with a great group of ladies plus one boy. We had crazy schedules, but I will try to tell you about our day to day activities, starting with Monday, February the 4th.


We needed to be on the bus in Copenhagen at 7am. I slept until 7:40am. Do you see the problem with this situation? I had set my iPod to a crazy early time because I had a few clothes that I needed to pack still since they were drying from the night before. And I didn’t hear it. Let’s talk about the alarm on my iPod real quick. It sucks. It decides when it wants to go off and half the time that means it doesn’t go off at all. Figures. (I’m getting my new phone tomorrow, so this will not be a problem anymore.) Plus I’m sick and when I’m sick I’m def. So, anyway. I missed the bus because they left without, which I knew could happen and has happened in the past. I frantically called Jennifer (one of the teachers for my program that was going with my class on this trip) and she was very nice and understand of my situation. She helped me figure out how to meet up with the group in Kolding. I had to take the Regional train, which was actually pretty nice:


Very comfortable indeed! Andddd to get to Kolding (pronounced Cooling) you have to cross two bodies of water as you can see on this map


Once I got to Kolding I went to the Koldinghus to wait. In case you don’t know what that is, let me show you:


Yay, for castles! It was really fun to go inside once the bus of my classmates got there!

Once we were done at the castle, we went to the hostel in Kolding. This was so exciting because I have never been to a hostel before. I’m told that hostels in Scandinavia are really reliable and nice like the one we stayed in. This was my reaction to my first hostel:


Once we had our rooms and were all set we had a very nice dinner together as a group and then it was lights out.


We got up early and had a nice breakfast at the hostel. It was sooo super tasty! Breakfast here is amazing. There is a lot of cheese, bread, fruits, vegetables, yogurt, oats, boiled eggs…mmmm. So good! After breakfast we drove to Odense (see the map previously shown) and we went to a school called the H.C. Anderson Skolen. It was really cool to go into the school and hear the teachers explanations of what the school is like before we went on a tour of the school. It is in a more lower income part of the city and it is known for being a troublesome, yet their idea of low income and “ghetto” as they said, was nowhere near what we think of as “ghetto” in America. The school was still really nice because of the welfare system in Denmark and how much money is put toward education. We talked with some of the older students their and helped them with the projects they were working on, which was fun. I helped one group talked about American football.

When we were done visiting the school we had lunch and then went to the Vollsmose Kulturehus and made some fun masks:


After we were done with our masks we went to our hostel in Odense. Once we were settled we went on a scavenger hunt around the city center! It was great and we saw some amazing churches and gardens.


When we finished the scavenger hunt we had dinner at a Turkish restaurant to prepare for our trip to Istanbul in March, just a few weeks from now! We stayed at the restaurant for a while and then went back to the hostel for bed.


Another morning of yummy breakfast and I actually ran into Christina because we were staying at the same hostel. That morning we had some time to ourselves to explore more in the beautiful  daylight. That town is amazing and is great in the sunlight! Our whole group met up around 11 and went through the H.C. Anderson museum, which was really fun and cool to see. In case you don’t know who he is, he wrote fairy tales, such as The Little Mermaid, Thumbelina, The Emperors New Clothes, and more. We even got to see and walk through the house he was born in!


To keep with the fairy tales, we ate lunch at The Ugly Duckling (a tale which Anderson wrote) and had some wonderful Danish food. It was so great and there were some things I had never had before, like mint jelly. After lunch we went to an art museum that was awesome. It had many exhibits in it that we got to see, but the reason we went there was for one particular exhibit. It was one designed for children dealing with the senses and it had some fun things in it.




It was so funny to see all these 20/21 year old’s running around and having a good time with this exhibit. The rest of the museum was fun too, they had some really beautiful photographs there and some nice sculptures made of glass from the 1970’s.

The last thing we did before heading home was stop and get tea/coffee and cake at a place called the Cuckoo’s Nest. It was very delicious! This is what I had:


Yup. Be jealous.

The ride home was about 2 hours and most people were asleep for that bus ride. When we got home we were welcomed with a nice snow fall that was really pretty and sparkly. And extra nice ’cause it didn’t stick! haha

Well, that was my weekend in a nutshell. I’m sorry it’s a bit rushed! If I’m friends with you on Facebook than you can go look at my pictures from the trip (which totaled to be more than 360 photos)! Thanks for reading, everyone!

P.s. For my Babajo….I will go back and edit this tomorrow. So, I’m sorry if there are really bad mistakes. I’ll fix it, I promise! :DD

In case you are wondering about the title of this blog (pronounced en god sill – the D is silent), that is the danish version of calling someone foxy! It literally translates to “one good herring”. We were learning some history in Danish class today and it was brought up because we were talking about an area of Copenhagen called Christianshavn. Christian the 4th built up this area of Copenhagen and modeled it after Amsterdam in hopes that it would become a big trading center. It was a little side comment about herring and their importance during the time, when my professor brought this saying up. It made me giggle, so I thought I should share it with all of you! I hope you enjoy calling everyone you know (even if you don’t find them foxy) en god sild! haha

On a sad note: I lost my phone. My fault completely. I had to file a lost phone report and all this nonsense to order a replacement phone…which was way more than the original. Which was free. Just sayin’. Now that the damage is done it is time to move on and be phoneless for a week while I am in Western Denmark with my program. It may be cleansing, when I really think about it, but the practical part of me also is freak out about being phoneless. What if I get lost? Gosh dang it, I’ll be using the buddy system like it’s nobodies business! I already warned a friend of mine that I may be clinging to her the entire time we are in Western Denmark. She was fair warned. 

Anyway, the trip will be great, but the more I think about it the faster my time here in Denmark seems to be flashing before my eyes. Time is leaving me behind! By the time we get back from this trip it will be mid-February. Then the beginning of March, I will be going to Istanbul with my program (super pumped! ps. It’s my birthday while I am in Turkey!). When we get back we have a week of class and then another travel break in which I will be going to Mannheim, Germany to be with wonderful family friends. When I get back I have two weeks of classes and then another travel week in which I will be going to Stockholm, Sweden to be with some great cousins. Then there is only three-ish more weeks and I come home! Geez. Before I blink twice I will be heading home! It’s crazy!

Random: I would like to make a statement. Kinder eggs are sold here. If you are not sure what a kinder egg is you are about to learn. This is what it looks like:



You can see how it works in this picture. You take off the foil, split the egg open and not only do you have a delicious chocolate treat (which is saying something because I’m not a huge chocolate fan), but you also get a fun surprise in the center of the egg. IT IS FANTASTIC IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE. Now, let me repeat my previous statement: They. Sell. Kinder eggs. Here. They sell them in the grocery store in packs orrrr you can by them individually. I tear up a little just thinking about it. *Delighted sigh*

I also wanted to mention in this blog the craziness that is called 7 Eleven. We all know what it is:



(Note the amount of bikes in the front, haha)

In the US, this place is sort of going downhill…I don’t really see them very often anymore and they don’t have the greatest reputation. Here, though? In Copenhagen? I counted 13 7 Eleven’s from my train station in Albertslund to DIS. Can you believe that?? They aren’t doing too badly here, that’s for sure.

I have a few questions that people have asked me about Copenhagen.

Do they follow football? Not that I can tell. I have never seen it on the tv or heard anyone mention it. They are all about handball here. And soccer.

What is the biggest cultural difference you have noticed between here (America) and Denmark? I have to say it’s that people in Denmark don’t do small talk. If they can avoid talking to random people, they will. It’s not like in the US where you can strike up a conversation with the person in front of you in line, or the person sitting next to you on the train. They do not small talk. They don’t see the point in it. 

Do they have microwaves? Yes, but I have only ever seen my hose brother use it once and it dings like a toaster oven when it’s done.

Okay, that’s it for now. Keep tuning in for more!