Birthday = Fødselsdag
I have to say, this is one of my favorite words. Go ahead and just try and say it. Doesn’t that feel good?
Anyway, the reason this post is here (besides helping me procrastinate on three papers and a test) is that today was Sofus’ 8th birthday! We woke up at 7 AM to sing happy birthday and wave Danish flags (they are into flags here) after which Sofus opened presents while we ate breakfast. Naturally I went back to sleep afterwards. Later that day family and friends came over and ate and celebrated. Unfortunately I have the aformentioned boat-load of work for tomorrow so I wasn’t able to participate in much of it and instead sat in my room seeming incredu=ibly rude and antisocial. On the few occassionas that I did venture out and wasn;t playing with the kids one of the adults would start talking to me about the election. They really wanted to talk about it.
I was there for the cake (which was delicious) and waited for Sofus to blow out the candles after a version of happy birthday that seemed to have abut 6 or 7 verses. It had enough verses that by the end there 8 visible puddles of wax resting on the cake.
That was basically my first Danish birthday celebration. I wish that I was able to be more present, but I still enjoyed myself.
tillykke med fødselsdagen, Sofus! (Happy birthday, Sofus!)
Movie theater = Biografen
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.
Sorry! = Undskyld!
As in “I’m sorry that I’ve not written for three weeks!”
It has been way too long, but time flies when you are abroad. I promise that I have gathered quite a few experiences worthy of sharing so hopefully you won’t think this a total waste.
I am going to start by finishing that post about the second half of my first travel week in Prague. That is coming out before I sleep tonight if it kills me (Don’t worry, it wont. It shouldn’t actually be that hard.)
Theft = Tyveri
Theft! I’ve been robbed. While my family and I were spending the weekend in Skagen (more to come on that soon, promise) someone came into our house and, along with making a giant mess, took a number of things. I lost a few small things like a an old camera and some cash and one major thing – my computer. In the country that is perceived as a crime free utopia there can only be one explanation: someone is sabotaging my blog. They know how much of a pain it is to peck out letters on the Danish keyboards and are hoping that this connivance will dissuade me. Ha! Fear not loyal readers, I will suffer through the inconvenience to bring you the news from Denmark. Just remember that if there is suddenly less punctuation it is because it isn’t where it should be on this keyboard and I’ve given up looking for it. Also, you can probably forget about a lot of pictures for the moment. I will still be taking them but the loaner computer that DIS lent me does not have a memory card slot and I don’t think the other computer lab ones do either. I will still take them but I won’t be able to get them on here. I guess you’ll just have to wait. The suspense will be great. I’ll describe Berlin and Prague and Skagen to you and your imagination can run wild with my incredibly beautiful and lucid prose and then I will eventually get all of the pictures up and you can look at them. Or maybe you just like my words better. Yea, I bet that’s it.
Anyway, I am working on a solution but I wanted to let you know that things will be even more screwy than before. At least for a little bit.
Rensdyr = reindeer
I just ate some in sausage form. It was pretty meh. That’s all.
Havn = Harbor
This is a pretty important word around Copenhagen with all of the water surrounding us. It’s also a confusing word. Look at the word and attempt to pronounce it. Now follow this link and listen:
I know it doesn’t make sense, but it’s Danish. If you really want to confuse yourself type Nyhavn into that translator and hear it pronounced. Google Translate doesn’t recognize Nyhavn but it means new harbor and is the name of the overly photographed area on the waterfront here. You can always tell a tourist from a Dane by listening for the different butcherings of that word on the streets of Copenhagen.
Hund forbudt = Dogs Prohibited
I know this is two words but it’s just soooo fun to say. Go ahead, just say it a few times. It’s definitely worthy of being in your vocabulary.