‘Tis true. I am finally a Dane.

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Just kidding. But I am feeling the rhythm of things, now. Homework is a constant chore lingering in the back of my mind (and most of it is reading, which I haven’t been used to), and I can now count to ten in Danish. Woo-hoo!

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On Thursday, I was reminded that it does, in fact, rain in Copenhagen:

It was pretty, don’t get me wrong, but I wasn’t really prepared for it. I bought a cute, cheap, portable umbrella though. (:

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On Friday, I got to visit a museum DURING CLASS instead of, you know, listening to lecture. So that was fantastic. My European Art of the 19th Century class took a walk over to Thorvaldsen’s museum so we could catch a first-hand glimpse of the work we’ve been learning about:

This one was my favorite. It is called Gratierne med Amors pil og Amor med lyren, or Graces with Cupid’s Arrow and Cupid with the Lyre. The coolest thing about the museum was that some works were plaster casts and some were in the marble stage. I found lots of duplicates from different stages in the sculpting process.

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On Saturday, Sara and I went to an Allerød community fair (a little get-together in the next town over). We saw belly dancers, ponies, and Danes in cowboy hats dancing to Alan Jackson.

It was pretty great.

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Also, Danish pastries. (I was reprimanded for calling the one in my hand a “Danish,” since it is technically a spandauer.) The other cake-looking pastry is a studenterbrød, which is just a conglomeration of a bunch of leftover pastries mixed together in this super dense sweet that I had to take breaks from between bites.

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Then we went for a bike ride around the lake near our house. So pretty so pretty.

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I finished off the night with chicken tikka masala and Ghirardelli brownies at Tonia’s house.

Check. Out. That. View.

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Now off to swing dancing!!! (I’m going to make this a regular thing.)

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Venlig hilsen/ best regards,

Lizzy-wa