Welcome to Denmark!

Denmark!

So, I've been in Copenhagen for about a week now and while it doesn't feel like home yet, I’m quickly falling into the swing of things.  I have explored the neighborhood, successfully found my way to class (and back!).  I've tried the national beers; Carlsberg and Tuborg and can (maybe?) pronounce them in the proper Danish way.  I've found the best neighborhood Netto, a cheap neighborhood supermarket and have made way too many food runs (on which I learned that they have surprising passable pastries at 10pm).  I'd never realized before how stressful grocery shopping could be when you don't speak the language.  There's a very real chance that you could pick up some liver spread thinking it was cream cheese.

The first sunny morning from my kitchen window

I've even ventured out into the nightlife of Copenhagen and met some Danes who informed us that our accents were absolute rubbish, though the loud music and alcohol consumption probably didn't help their hearing. Obviously, we speak impeccable Danish.  I've picked up on some words—hej (hi),Skål (cheers), tak (thanks), and Øl (beer. Arguably the most important term)

The Round Tower.

The place, as it was explained to me is “older than my country” (73 years older to be exact!).  Outside is a narrow, cobblestone street and on either corner are these beautiful buildings dating back to the 1600s and all the little houses and shops are brightly colored.  Probably because the colors are a replacement for sunlight in the winter months.  

Though, I suppose not seeing the sun for a few more weeks is a pretty good trade-off for the arctic tundra that is winter in Buffalo.