The First Real Days

As many of you are aware, Dad and I made it to Denmark in one piece (with our sanity intact, no less), which is rather impressive, especially considering how terribly it started out.





(Note to United Airlines: I'm all for helping people get a job, especially if they made it into the U.S. from a country that certainly didn't have their best interests at heart. However, if you give them that job, make sure they actually know how to do it, and, more importantly, that they want to do it. Making me wait in the same spot for an hour while your slowest people take lunch breaks and joke amongst themselves is a sure-fire way to get my blood boiling to the point where I consider murdering them. With my passport.)





(Note to O'Hare Airport: Get your act together. Ruby describes your facility as "the best airport in the country," but now that I've spent fifteen minutes in a powerless tram before being eyed up and down by some TSA retard who managed to get my passport photo confused with my face (he also spent a full minute comparing my father's current visage to its beardless passport counterpart), I find myself disagreeing, which is extremely rare. Your airport, so far, blows.





We landed around 1 o'clock in the afternoon, following a lengthy plane ride fraught with loud infants and fat old women. Since this is Denmark, we were, of course, greeted with clouds and rain, only this time they didn't give way to an actual sky with a sun in the middle. Andreas was there, like the good man he always seems to be, and it wasn't long before we were in the Volk, on our way to Sweden to stay with Henrik and Else, both of whom are totally excellent. There wasn't much worth photographing on the way, partly because of the window but also because of the unpleasant weather, but once I got there the camera was quickly put to work, because the antics were pretty great, and the Lehn-Jensens' home is pretty great, too.





While the first day was rainy and gray, the second was nothing but sunshine and blue sky, both of which lend themselves very well to the enjoyment of one's day in any European country, let alone one so pristine as Sweden (it is unfortunate that the country is populated with cursed Swedes). I pretty much spent the entire day chilling like a madman, as you can probably tell from the pictures.





Unfortunately, I'm not in Sweden anymore with my loving godparents. Rather, I'm in Copenhagen, in a nice house that happens to have a cat (Throat: closed.), about to hit the bed for fear of not waking up tomorrow in time for my first class, which is less of a class and more of an introduction to Danish society and culture. My school is international, and as such nearly everyone who isn't from Denmark is expected to be a total newbie at all things Danish. Rightly so, I suppose.







So, goodnight everyone! I'll post more when there's more to post.

Much love,

Duncan