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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Simple as Do, Re, Mi

What I learned today:

- Jeg hedder Franni. Jeg kommer fra USA. Jeg læser psykologi. Jeg bor på Amager, i Dragør.

(My name is Franni. I come from the USA. I am studying psychology. I live on Amager, in Dragør.)

Keep in mind, this is all pronounced: Yai HILleh Franni. Yai KOMmeh fra oo-ess-ay. Yai LAYser sookohloGEE (hard g). Yai bohr poh AHmah, ee Draeur. I kind of speak Danish with a French accent, especially the Rs, but it seems to be going well.

- the Danes don't call danish pastries "danishes", like we do in the States. Instead, they call them wienerbrød, which means "bread from Vienna." I <3 irony.

- The prime minister's wife is a contestant on the Danish version of Dancing with the Stars. Wow.

Twinkle-toes Rasmussen is on the left. Will Laura B follow her fancy footwork?

- Alfred Hitchcock was on the cover of today's newspaper. The headline described him as "uhygglit" or "not cozy." The Danes are nothing if not apt.

- The 76E, 75E and 35 buses all run from my Metro stop (Lufthavnen - the airport and end of the M2 line). Funny story: they all take you to different places, even though they should all stop at A.P. Møllers Alle. I got a little lost yesterday, and so painfully lost today that I wound up back at the airport! In addition to my aching feet from all the walking today, I had to carry not only my general crapola, but also all of my schoolbooks. So there I was, in the wilds of Amager (I had no idea what town I was in), walking down streets with no sidewalks and no signs, carrying all of my earthly academic possessions on my back. I was starving, but then remembered that I had a few carrot sticks still in my lunchbox (I had Baranger-ed... j'ai barange´, if you will). So I am walking along the highway with 2 huge sacks, eating a carrot. I probably looked like a hobo. Cars slowed to stare at me. I felt ridiculous. Fortunately, I found my way home 20 minutes later. Lesson learned: bus numbers are different for a reason. Genius, I know.

Now that I have shared all I have learned, I'm heading out to a bar with Ryan and his roommate to kill a few brain cells.

Hej hej!