How do I sum up May Day?
We got to the park at 3, the sun was shining, and the blindingly white legs of Danes were everywhere.
Because everyone Dane between the ages of 12 and 50 who felt the urge to soak up some of that rare sun and day drink all head to the same park. [a Danish word that I can't remember and will not look up for you.]
And once we had sat down, the drinking began.
And did. Not. Stop.
We drank until we left the park.
We picked up a bottle of wine to drink with our dinner. [We were eating McDonald's, in case you were wondering what kind of foods we were pairing our select choice of cheapest-wine-available with.]
We went to Kulør Bar- where entry was free.
And so was the beer.
But hey, I MADE IT HOME ON THE NIGHT BUS.
The night bus that stops right outside my house, takes me an hour and a half to get home on, and I had an alarm going off in my ears every 20 minutes to try to keep me awake WHICH IT DID.
So it was all smiles and pride and happiness and then...it wasn't.
Because then it was Wednesday morning.
And tiny, tiny gnomes had snuck into my head to kick at my eyeballs all day long and my stomach decided to temporarily become bipolar, both demanding and rejecting food at the same time.
I would do it all over again...
...in a year or so.
My 'struggle bus Wednesday' pretty much set the tone for my last academic day of the week and my three day weekend.
I wanted to relish in nothing-doing.
And what glorious nothing-doing it was.
Friday you could find me pretending to be academic and snacking on the sofa of my host family while they were at a confirmation party the whole day.
And Saturday morning [at 10am, much to my very-drunk-the-evening-before host dad's credit], we left for the farm house in Sweden!
It was right out of a story book- the quiet woods, the spring flowers, and the old red farm house [with new indoor plumbing and modern accoutrements. duh.].
But of course, my role as as a storybook princess was short lived when during our lunch outside I spilled my entire coke over the table. And the lettuce.
And then during my nap
COME AT ME, PRINCE CHARMING.
Our walk through the woods restored me a bit to my imaginative princess-state [and made me miss Bois Blanc Island. It's in Michigan, on Lake Huron. Never heard of it? Look it up.]
I went from princess to homemaker when I, yes I, helped get dinner ready.
There were three kinds of grilled pig on the table, salad, bread, asparagus...man, I got my NOM on.
Yea, this may have another place where I lost princess-points.
I shoveled food into my mouth like a starving inmate in prison.
AGAIN, COME AT ME, PRINCE CHARMING.
I was in bed by 10pm.
Awoken at 10am for breakfast, slept the whole car ride home until the ferry ride, where my wonderful host mother bought me a coffee because she knows I have actual academic work to accomplish today.
Some of which has gotten done, some of which has not.
Oh well.
8:53pm Denmark
2:53pm USA
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