It was rough getting up today, let me tell you. We have reached that time of year where I am forced to get up before the sun on a daily basis. It is horrible. And to make it worse, I was the only one up this morning because the girls are on their fall break! Which also means a lot of the trains are taking a break this week. Yay! (By which I mean Boo!)

..

But that’s okay (for now) because I had a pretty fantastic weekend.

..

On Friday, I slept in a bit because of a canceled class and had a field trip to the Glyptotek for European Art. It was my second time there. A few days ago, whilst discussing my many museum and artistic adventures, I actually had somebody say to me, “So you must be really cultured, huh?” Did I deny this? Of course not. I just finished reading The Picture of Dorian Gray, after all.

Here’s one of my favorite sculptures that we saw. It’s Medusa about to have her head chopped off by Perseus, who would then use her head as a weapon (as it still had the ability to turn people to stone afterwards.) Intense, right? Most of the other sculptures and paintings of the subject show Perseus with Medusa’s head after it has been hacked off. I think I like this one better. Less gore, more emotion.

..

That night, my Danish class put together a little party before Kulturnatten, Copenhagen’s big once-a-year Culture Night that spreads throughout the city and clogs the public transportation systems well into the evening. I met up with some girls from my core class, and we explored the Botanical Gardens, saw the nighttime city skyline from atop the Round Tower, and had a mini baking class back at Meyer’s Madhus, where I had the sausage-cooking class on Wednesday.

Look at our adorable cinnamon rolls! I’m not sure why our hands look so weird, but believe me, they were delicious. (The rolls, not the hands.)

..

Oh. We also decided it would be a great idea to check out H.C. Anderson’s graveyard while we were in the neighborhood. Needless to say, it was terrifying, and we participated in a lot of unnecessary shrieking and jumping.

..

On Saturday, I met up with Tessa, Abbi, and Erin, who will from now on be referred to as The Iceland Gang. Because we are going to Iceland. In… eleven days. Holy cats. We decided to go to Tivoli, because that seemed like the most reasonable and productive place to plan a multi-day trip abroad that will end up costing us hundreds of dollars. (After some calculations: the absolute minimum cost per person after flights and lodging, if we eat nothing but bread and cheese and send zero postcards, will be $800.)

Isn’t it pretty? That stupid bus wouldn’t leave, though.

There was a little musical I wanted to go to inside Tivoli, but none of the girls were interested, so I just used the extra money to buy a season’s pass. I am spontaneous.

The place was all decked out for Halloween, and it really made me want to watch Hocus Pocus. The big swing ride even had brooms attached to the underside, so it looked like everybody was a wizard. Actually genius. Also pictured is a contestant in the giant pumpkin contest, which made me extremely homesick for the Puyallup Fair. *sigh.

Also, is this not positively adorable? Who came up with this? I demand that they decorate my room.

..

We also got a little performance from the Youth Guard. ‘Twas adorable.

At one point, the air got really murky and I asked, “Where’s this smoke coming from?” One of the girls replied, “From that cauldron.” Tessa: “Casually.”

..

On Sunday, Sara and I went for a little hike/ walk on some trails on the other side of the neighborhood. It was so pretty, and I wish I had known about them earlier!

I dawned my choice hiking attire for the occasion, of course.

And Sara made sure to get some directing in.

..

I finished up the weekend with some swing dancing. It’s been too long, and I’ll miss the next two weeks, at least. Apparently there is even a big swing weekend I’ll miss while I’m in Iceland. Sad life… On the bright side, I’m trying out a new venue tomorrow with Maia! I’ll let you know how it goes.

..

Venlig hilsen/ best regards,

Lizzy-wa