Oh man... What a Week.

Let me start by saying that people watching here is fantastic! Today I sat on the bus on my way home and watched a woman, probably eighty, ride her hot pink bike next to her friend, also eighty, while she scootered along the road. Yes, rode her Razor scooter. You can't beat that.

The weather here has been ridiculous. We are currently in a blizzard, a full-blown blizzard and chaos is ensuing. It snows here about as much as it does in Seattle, and they handle equally as well as Seattle did. The trains are delayed, cancelled, the busses are fishtailing and sliding, not driving, around. Today I got on the train (a ten car train) by squeezing between two people right in the corner where the doors close. There was not a inch to move from one end of this train to the other. Chaos. I love the snow, I must admit. It is so so beautiful but I like it far less when I spent hours each day standing in blustery winds and blowing snow.

Last Friday I spent the evening with some Danes, we watched X-Factor (American Idol pretty much, except in Danish) which turns out is worse than American Idol, mostly because the only thing I understood were the bad lyrics of the American pop songs they were singing and I wasn't able to tell who moved on because they cried if they lost, they cried if they won, they cried before they performed, they cried after. This led to into a state of complete disarray, resulting in my strong dislike of X-Factor. But besides that it was quite fun I must admit. Good beer, even the cheapest.

Saturday I went to my host mom, Lotte's, brother's farm. Her two brothers, their families, her mom and dad were all there for a nice gathering. The farm country is beautiful. Lots of pigs. More pigs than people. In fact, five times more pigs than people (yes Stephanie, your dream come true...) This gathering was quite extraordinary actually... we arrived and were served beer from the local brewery and Danish candy (quite good). Then we sat down for sweet rolls and butter, followed by more beer and Danish cake (which is white cake filled with berried and topped with heavy cream). After that they brought out chocolate... chocolate mints, chocolate nuts, chocolate chocolate, hot chocolate. Lots of chocolate. That was our appetizer... a child's dream. After that we ate rice, vegetables, bread, stew, a full blown meal. So, at that point, I thought we were done. No. Wrong. It's then time for more chocolate. Then gelato. Then tea. Then beer. And then... you're done. Finally done. You're on a sugar high coupled with a state of complete lethargy, but done. It was actually really fun! We played cards, watched a movie, talked about politics, had a snowball fight, watched the sunset and, of course, ate.

Saturday night, though, was not so wonderful. As a forewarning: This content is not suitable for children or those weak and feeble souls.

So Saturday nights I went to this bar in Copenhagen, known for being fantastic. They have live DJ's and play great music. We arrived and the music was great, reggae techno, and it was pretty slow, not too many, although it started to pick up. After a while my friends and I go to dance (which is quite difficult because the beat keeps changing, like I can hear a beat, and the Danes do this convulsion type dancing where they move their shoulder in quick, seemingly irregular ways, leaving the hips to just follow). Needless to say I looked more ridiculous than usual, convulsing off-beat, trying to continually adjust to the changing rythms but failing miserably. After a while the dance floor gets crowded and this guys ends up in front of me. Unfortunately he keeps slamming into me and elbowing me so I start pushing him off me. After a couple times he turns around, looks me in the eye, and backhands me in the face. I stood there stunned... then slapped him back. Then a screaming match ensued in which he yelled in Danish and the occasional English 'Fuck you' and I just repeatedly said 'Fuck you. What the fuck?' because I was so shocked, disoriented, and had no idea what the man was saying that the only thing I could muster was a 'Fuck you' (surprisingly, I know).

Needless to say...no more of that bar for me.

This is too long already but I'll update soon. The fun continues...

Hej Hej!