mandag den 30. januar 2012

Christmas Photos!

Only about a month late...
Happy February!

My æbleskivers before and after. My host mom taught me well.


My lovely second host family.


My host sister and I


The Christmas Tree!


The lights in Odense. Everything was so gorgeous. I miss all the decorations.


This was my favorite street of all time to walk down when it got dark.


I love my host family now. It's really easy with them. Conversation is never forced.

torsdag den 26. januar 2012

Stuff Anchoragites (never) say...

So i realize my last blog probably wasn't as hilarious for the rest of you as it was for me.
And my next blog post will be all about me and my shenanigans i swear.
But i found this video to be pretty darn funny, and it rings of truth.
Also dad, your cheese blog is on the way.

and i'm not clever enough to figure out how to post a link directly on this blog...so if you desire here is the url. I find it well worth the 2 minutes and 43 seconds.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qpL6C0YZUYc

onsdag den 25. januar 2012

You know you've been in Denmark to long when...

I just got added to this group on facebook. It's absolutely hilarious. Here are some posts....

You think there is no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing.

You think its normal to pick up a girl in a pub, walk her to her bike and ride with her back home.

You think its impolite to sit next to someone in a bus if there is a bench where you can sit on your own.

You go to the supermarket and buy three good beers and 10 not too good ones.

You can open a beer bottle with almost anything.

You honestly believe that the distance between Copenhagen and Aalborg is long.

You can tell the difference between a Grøn Tuborg and a Carlsberg beer.

The first thing you do on entering a bank/post office/pharmacy etc. is to look for the queue number machine.

You accept that you will have to queue to take a queue number.

When a stranger on the street smiles at you, you assume that:
a. he is drunk;
b. he is insane;
c. he is British;
d. he is all of the above.

Silence is fun.

It no longer seems excessive to spend 800 kr. on alcohol in a single night.

You know that "religious holiday" means "let's get pissed".

You use "Mmmm" as conversation filler.

The word "yes" is an intake of breath.

You have only two facial expressions, smiling or blank

Traditional dinners may not necessarily mean a cooked meal.

You forget how to open canned beer.

Can't remember when to say "please" and "excuse me".

You frown at "guest workers" who use "please" and "excuse me" for not integrating!

You will leave a pub if you can't find a seat.

Your wardrobe no longer has suits but blue shirts and mustard colored sports jackets and lots of denim.

You don't mind paying the same for a 200-metre bus ride as you do for going 10 kms.

You don't look twice at businessmen in dark suits wearing white sport socks.

You start to believe that if it weren't for Denmark's efforts, the world would probably collapse pretty soon.

You find yourself more interested in the alcohol content than the name of the wine.

It feels natural to wear sport clothes and a backpack everywhere.

You know the meaning of life has something to do with the word "hyggelig".

You are very surprised when you receive compliments about ANYTHING - including your appearance/clothing! In fact when you do, you find it suspicious and start thinking they might have ulterior motives.

You no longer offer to get the cheque on a date - for fear of physical attack from your felame companion.

You don't think it strange that no one ever comes by to visit without being invited and you never show up at any one's place unannounced either.

You find yourself lighting candles when you have guests - even if it is brightly sunny outside and 20 degrees.

You offer people strange-tasting brown alcoholic liquids with their coffee in the MORNING!

You find the idea walking across the street when the light is red unforgivable, even though there are no cars in sight and it's 3am in the morning!

You consider a 6 month InterRail or Backpacking trip sufficient to "know" the world and thus proclaim Denmark to be the pinnacle of civilization. For thereafter to settle back into mediocracy, smug in the knowledge that you "braved those wild frontiers" :P

You understand that Danes aren't rude and abrupt like they may appear, just a little more reserved than most but once you gain their trust they will be your friend for life.

You accept the stereotype that Swedes are always drunk, Germans are always nude when they have sand under their feet and English speaking people tend to smile to hide confusion.

The highlight of your evening is the hotdog with remoulade or the calzone from 7/11 at the end of the night-end of the night being the arrival of the first bus in the morning!

You consider standing in the Airport Arrivals hall waving a danish flag normal and "hyggeligt"

You've become the master guru of bicycle repair

You find normal spending the whole week-end with your mates rather than with your partner

You start setting up Dannebrog everywhere

You think someone saying Undskyld is just a weirdo

You start yelling at pedestrians crossing at red light while there is no car in sight

You think anyone who is not convinced any single thing in Denmark is great (but maybe the weather, ok), and the Danes the most civilized people on earth should just go home

You are sincerely unable to understand someone asking for the Strøget if the ø is hesitant, the stød isn't pronounced enough, the g not smelted into an l or the t is heard

You know anything else than a Danish diploma cannot have any value

You say Skål at every sip because you can't find anything else to say

You dance around the christmas tree singing carols

You consider anyone who has bought property and sold it on at a profit to be a "shark" and thus a fair target for all sorts of negative comments and bad feelings!

You don't check for other pedestrians behind you before you stop in a crowded street.

You don't really want things to go TOO well for anyone, unless they make you proud of being from Denmark.

You can say rød grød med fløde, Blåbærsyltetøj, and Angstskrig.

You are not surprised to have the closing door slam you in the face if following too closely behind somebody. Why should you hold the door for someone else?!?

You know the rules of handball!

You think its okay to walk away from a conversation without excusing yourself

You, every time you're in an awkward silence, have the urge to say "jo-jooooo..."

You consider spending more than 30 minutes on a bike and/or bus/train to get to school totally normal

You no longer freak out about getting to the train station in plenty of time because you know that DSB will be late anyway

You plan your trips allowing plenty of time for the DSB train you're on which will undoubtedly be late

You can't remember what a party without alcohol is like

You no longer have the urge to stand up and dance at a club or a party until you have consumed large amounts of alcohol

You have given up all hope of finding any logic in the pronunciation of the Danish language

You feel comfortable laughing at jokes about Swedes

You find the idea that somewhere in the world there are "no-smoking" signs in restaurants, train stations, etc, foreign

You think it is interesting to discuss the pronunciation of the words håndklæde (towel), hindbær (raspberries), sort (black) and hjort (deer)

You think it's perfectly fine too steal a bike if you're drunk enough

You believe that the days of the week are named after the nothern mythology

You think it is normal being paid 90 kr. a hour for working at a supermarket

You only refer football clubs by their initials

You hate everyone from the other side of Bæltet

You consider the Island of Funen (Fyn) to be a speedbump

You can bakke snagvendt (altså snakke bagvendt)

You have completely forgotten the concept of twist-off bottle caps

Tipping waiters/barstaff/taxi drivers seems overly gratuitous

You have forgotten the meaning of the word "gratuitous"

You complain about only having 5 weeks of vacation a year

You no longer notice the noxious gasses given off by the cheese in your fridge

You no longer notice all the windmills

You think it normal for there to be over 10 political parties to choose from

You for that matter, think it normal for 'Venstre' to be a right-wing party

You know your teacher, doctor and/or in-laws by their first names

You like to think the fact that the Queen is a chain-smoker makes her 'down-to-earth'

When making a right-hand turn while driving, you habitually check over your shoulder for bicyclists

You find yourself reading the subtitles even when watching something in english

You no longer consider joining Scouts to be completely geeky

You have given up trying to find a radio station with good music

You buy a hot dog with a credit card

You find it normal that shops close earlier on weekends

You find girls with a beer belly attractive

You have an insurance on your bike

You trash any leftovers

You answer calls by saying your name (which confuses people abroad)

You start to MISS an openly corrupt government

You take your wallet to a private party

You fill your own car with petrol

You pack your own groceries

You consider it a BAD idea unless it was agreed upon by the "group"

You never say "Thank You" to the bus driver for driving you all around the city

You eat more bacon than red meat

You think its absurd to pay for an education

You expect to GET PAID to take an education

You think its a human right to get paid 1500€/month for being out of a job

You think its normal to pay 40-60% taxes

You start thinking that life in jail is a long time when it's only 16 years, and the hardest punishment you can get.

You no longer care about if your shoes match your outfit when invited to a party at a friend's house. You have to take them off anyway.

You think it is normal to cost 10 or 20 thousand kroner to paint the walls white and sand the floors when you leave your rented apartment

You start considering a 20 year old Mazda with T-Hansen exhaust cool

You think a pint glass seved in a bar is full when its only 2 thirds full

You think that Denmark's effort in WWII was a driving force agains Germany

You actually think remoulade goes with fish fillet (or anything else for that matter)

You enjoy Fernet Branca shots

You forget how to drive around a roundabout properly

You pay 25 euros for breakfast and think it is "so so so cheap!!!"

You overtake another car at the highway which is driving 100 with 101 km/h

You no longer find this list funny - just painfully true!

lørdag den 14. januar 2012

i don't know what to call this post.

Hi there. I haven't been the best at updating lately. So this blog will be jam packed with exciting things.

First Chirstmas.
The Danish Christmas is celebrated on the 24th not the 25th.

Pre Christmas activities:
The week leading up to Christmas everyone in the family get's a present on the 4 Sundays. We also made wreaths with four candles in them. Every Sunday we lit another candle. It's called advent. We also have another candle that has the numbers 1-24 and we light it every day burning it down until Christmas. ALSO every day in December there are these JuleKalanders on the TV. They are shows about Christmas with a different episode every day. We watched two different ones this year. We did a good share of cookie baking too. We definitely did not have a shortage.

Christmas Eve:
We wake up. Have a lazy morning. Go to church. Christmas Eve is the only time the majority of Danes show up for church. We sing songs in church. Then the entire family came over to eat. They have a very specific Christmas eve menu.
Then we lit the candles on the tree, held hands, and walked around the Christmas tree while singing.
Then we opened presents.
Then we ate even more. The call it "Nat Mad"
There's something i didn't think of until just now...this was the first Christmas that was completely unrelated to Santa. I don't think he was even ever mentioned. Weird.

Christmas Day:
I spent with my lovely first host family. And Dwight. Dwight is my host brother Kristian's friend from when he was on exchange in Canada. We ate peanut butter together. And i found it oddly comforting when he starting eating with his fork in his right hand. haha, i hadn't seen that in months. We also sang and danced around the Christmas tree. Danes also play this game with dice and presents. A dice is passed around and if you roll a six you can get a present. Once all the present are taken you steal. When the times up some people have five packages and some have none. I was not very good at this game.

After Christmas Day:
I spent with my second and current host family at my Mormor's house. We ate more food.

New years!
New Years Eve first i went to eat with my host family and there friends. The food was SO GOOD. I had the first red meat i've actually liked since being in Denmark. It was times like that night, when the men dressed in suits, and the ladies in heels. Everyone sipping champagne and the table set like something out of a catalogue...that i kind of laugh in my head. Here i am stumbling around awkwardly in my first pair of heels, using the wrong spoon for the soup, and mustering up as much sophistication as i possibly can. It's almost like a funny joke...story of my life. haha. I don't know, maybe you had to be there. It was really really fun though. They were a nice family. And i always enjoyed pretending to be fancy. I never get the opportunity so often back in Homer.
After dinner i took a bus to my friend's house from school. There was a small gathering of ladies there. It was very fun. Little sleep was had, as it should be on New Years Eve.
Here though, when the clock strikes twelve people don't kiss. Instead we all "hop in" to the New year. You stand on chairs and jump.

This past Friday i went to my host sisters school and have a presentation about Alaska to two classes. It was fun, the kids were really really nice and funny. And they laughed at all my jokes, so maybe they think i'm funny. It's always nice when people think you're funny. They were also very surprised i could speak Danish. They told me i was really good, which always makes me happy to hear. Because i'm trying really really really hard.

The thirty first of this month i will be giving my presentation to Rotary in danish!
Which brings me to more exciting news. My new years resolution was to speak only Danish in the new year. So i speak only Danish with my host family and the kids at school.
Hooray.

Oh! and today i drove with my host mom, sister, and her boyfriend to a big...thing. I'm not really sure what to call it. My host mom works for a danish design company. There was this thing where companies from all over Europe set up booths. It was so great! I love looking at pretty things. I felt very artistically inspired today. And i spoke to the booth owners in Danish. So it was a day full of accomplishments.

Here is a little visual aid of my Danish Christmas...

Actually just kidding. My pictures won't upload. I will try again another day.

So to be continued...