Danske Adventurske

Hej everyone! Not a typo - here it is "hej."

Yes, I am in Denmark now, hanging out with my lovely friend Sarah in her Copenhagen apartment. If you think you're orderly, you have to go to Denmark to test it before you can ever be sure. I mean, these mennesken (people) have their shit TOGETHER - there is no jaywalking, bikelanes on every street, and perfectly-dressed people everywhere. It is a little intimidating for those who love to be the big fish in the small pond - Denmark, at 5 million mennesken, sure is a small pond, but has lots of big ass fishes too.

I've been having many different cultural interactions with my Danish brethren. Yesterday, Sarah and I went to a bike auction to buy her way into the country's preferred mode of transportation. After 30 minutes of confusion, I learned the basic gist of Danish numbers and proceeded to bid for her and get a nice if bit derelict bike! Not knowing the language of where I'm staying is something that I haven't experienced in a while, and it's both fun and frustrating. Fun because I can sort of just walk around clueless in a reverie. Frustrating because I order chicken salad on accident in restaurants when trying to get a ham sandwich. All the same, my blonde hair for once puts me in the majority, and I have been mistaken for a Danish person more than once. My usual procedure is to make sounds like "mmmm" and "Ja!" and "tank" (thank you) until they go away. One has to fake it till one makes it, after all.

I am leaving for Berlin on Tuesday. Post haste!