Sunday night I went with my host dad and brother to see the new James Bond movie at the local theater. Don’t worry, I won’t review the movie or ruin it for anyone who hasn’t seen it. I’l just say that I enjoyed it. It also got me thinking, though not about movies, tropical islands, espionage or anything like that. Instead I realized that this was one of those moments that made me feel like I actually live here. Back in early August, when I was anxiously anticipating my trip, there were a lot of things that I thought I would never do while in Denmark – go to a movie, eat at McDonalds, or watch TV. Why would you do that if you could do that back at home? Three months later I realized that there is nothing wrong with this. Why? Because I live here. Yes, I live here for only four months, and yes, I refer to this as “my vacation” but I do live here. When you live in a place you sometimes do mundane things. Not every night can be spent exploring Danish culture or the streets of Copenhagen. If was in the US I would have gone to see the movie, so why not here?
p.s. Still no McDonalds, though.