This adjustment week, also called orientation week, is just about over. Tomorrow I begin classes in tiny dwellings conveniently placed among various stores such as Tiger (Danish “Target” as how it was described to me), various restaurants and bars and in the mist of fully filled bike racks.
Morning S-tog Light
I have truly enjoyed my time getting to know my host family and place myself into their usual routine. This has included watching vast amounts of different sporting matches. This has included being described fully the game of Handball by Hans-Erik. The hair game of the Danish mens team is so strong, along with the rest of their game (they’ve won both the 2 matches I’ve watched).
* note: Man-Bun does not translate into Danish, it is “just a hairstyle of some players”
#2 rated handball player in the world, Mikkel Hansen
Jesper Nøddesbo rocking a man-bun (while cringing in pain?)
A cherished time for me has been sitting in the kitchen watching my host parents cook and their simple interactions with one another and myself. Their special blue Italian, SVEG fridge, has a special place in my heart and makes me smile for no reason. It is the history and the organization of their kitchen,
much different from my own back home, that seems to help me understand the true sense of “being danish”. The word I can clearly associate with Denmark is simplicity. While that does not mean everything is simple here, it has a feeling that relates to simplicity and a calm being.
Jette watering plants
Hans-Erik preparing dinner
Lastly, the amount of nice hot tea I have consumed this week is definitely at the all time high of my lifetime. Instead of trying out the bars in the city I have been drinking all the tea while cozy with their fireplace and sweets from chocolate, to indescribable candies, to even applesauce (yes, you read that correct, it was homemade and SO delicious).
*three new danish words
vest = west
nord = north
port= gate
