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Monday, September 29, 2008

To Travel Is To Live- H.C. Anderson

Here are my travel plans so far for the upcoming months:

October 11th-17th: Stockholm, Sweden and Tallen, Estonia (Study Tour)
October 19th-25th: Florence, Italia to visit Andrea
October 25th-October 31st: Barcelona, Spain with Andrea

THEN I have a 5 week Christmas travel break from December 17th-January 21st.

I plan on spending Christmas in Copenhagen with my host family, then after Xmas want to go to Amsterdam for New Years if people are still down for that? After that I don't know where I will be going, but will stick to the northern European countries for sure. I want to visit Abby and Greta in the UK but still don't know if they will even be around or traveling. I want to go to Germany and do all the WWII and Holocaust shit there too, amonng all the other wonderful things to see and do...
For people who are interested in coming to visit me in Copenhagen I would love for you to come! It is an amazing city and there is so much to see and you can stay with me most likely for free, but the main problem is that I don't plan on sitting around here for 5 weeks. I am supposed to be traveling and technically don't have housing over the break even though I am sure Bodil would let me stay if I needed to. I would be fine with coming back a weekish before I go back to school to be in Copenhagen if people will visit then, but otherwise I will be traveling around northern Europe and would love a travel buddy :)
For a far and long time in advance, my spring travel break is from March 21st-April 14th and I believe the first week of that is reserved for a study tour with my program. I don't know where I will be going yet...

Its all happening so fast and if you want to come visit we need to make plans soon! Please don't feel obligated to visit me because its so expensive and unless you are going to spend at least two weeks over here if probably isn't worth it. But on the other hand, the economy is deteriorating anyway so why not make a good time of it?

So much love to everyone! If you are interested in visiting or meeting up sometime send me your dates!

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Jeg vil hellere have en stykke chololadekage med flødeskum

Birthdays, I have learned, are kind of a big deal around here and I learned this the hard way.

My birthday was August 27th, three days after I arrived in Copenhagen, and I didn't tell anyone about it. Not like I was keeping my birthday a secret or anything, but can't you see how it is a little bit of an awkward situation? What was I supposed to do? "Hi, I am your new student from America and its my birthday tomorrow so, uhm, throw me a party?" This probably would have been completely appropriate to say, I've seen in retrospect, haha. But at the time, I had no idea how birthdays are perceived in this new culture and even if I was in a new place in the USA, its still an awkward thing to bring up. When you tell someone what are they supposed to do? They awkwardly say, "Happy Birthday" and then might feel obligated to give you a card or something ridiculously cliche and empty along those lines.

At times I actually forgot it was my birthday. No joke. It wasn't until I saw a sign with the date on the 26th and realized that it was my birthday the next day. I was so busy with school and already had homework and was getting lost everywhere I went, the last thing on my mind was a birthday. In many ways it was nice to not have a big deal made about a silly day. Many cultures don't make a big deal about birthdays and there are people around the world who probably aren't even aware of their birthdays or perhaps can't find the means for a celebration. I am really thankful for another year of life, but sometimes I wonder if all the fuss is necessary? On the 27th a few people from SSU who are here (who saw the big news on facebook, which is cheap, haha) said Happy Birthday when I saw them around. I bought myself my first overpriced beer and had a good chill time with a friend, so it wasn't a big deal that I wasn't celebrating on a larger scale. Plus, my family and I already celebrated at BeniHana the night before I left back in SF. My birthday has always been right when school starts so I am used to it. I would usually get combined "back to school"/birthday presents (not as tragic as those poor fuckers who were born Christmas eve, haha) and if I did ever have a party or anything I would have to do it before school started or everyone was too busy and the weather started to get cold. Boo Hoo.

Eventually the conversation about birthdays came up at the dinner table one night and it came out that my birthday was the first week and had already passed. Bodil and Taylor were so shocked that I hadn't told them and it was so uncomfortable to be sitting there with their mouths hanging open looking at me like I was crazy. No one seemed to even be able to see where I was coming from with the being busy and awkwardness of my situation. Agh, it was so silly.

So a few weekends ago on a Sunday morning I was woken by my host mom climbing the narrow stairs, playing "Happy Birthday" on her accordion accompanied by Taylor singing. It was the cutest thing in the world and I was so disoriented as to where I was and what the hell was going on! She then said that guests would be there in 20 minutes for brunch, and she somehow managed to get a whole rabble of people over to the house to celebrate a belated birthday of a girl that they had only met one time or never at all. I was absolutely touched by this. I received chocolates, flowers, a card, and the traditional Danish layer cake. We drank this disgusting bitter alcohol that made me almost really drunk in one shot called Gammel Dansk, which translates to "Old Danish" drink. They drink it at breakfast for special occasions and shit, it will sure get you going! The brunch was so nice with flags and candles on the table, breads and meats, and cheeses, cakes, fruit, veggies, tea, etc. etc. It was very hyggelit. (Hygge is this whole Danish concept of, como se dice, "coziness". It is a big deal here and I'll have to explain later because it is a very hard thing to describe...)
So today it is my host mom's birthday and I made her a card and bought her this sweet plant. Somewhere along the line I had the brilliant idea to also make her a cake. I had to persuade my mother at home to actually get on the computer and email me for once, the delicious carrot cake recipe that has been a staple in my cake diet at home. I should have taken the difficulty of getting the recipe as an omen that maybe baking a cake just wasn't the best idea.
I went to the grocery store and bought all the ingredients and it was so exciting. Because I live with a host I don't really have to grocery shop so I loved going around the store and asking people for help, practicing my Danish. I had to go to two stores to get what I needed because the cheapest one, Netto, didn't have baking soda (is baking soda even that important?) but so far, so good.
I got home, put on some music and embarked on what was a three hour journey of hard math, a lot of dishes, grunt work (grating carrots is just so fun!), and the product of two burned as jesus cakes.
I knew I was going to have to convert all of the measurements for the recipe into the metric system in order to measure the ingredients but my host mom doesn't have any measuring cups! She free balls everything I guess. I searched the entire kitchen for anything that had units of measure on it, and I found this obscure cup that definitely isn't a measuring cup, but was just gonna have to suffice. So I was converting everything into freaking grams and hoping I was doing it right, because the measuring cup is one of those vague ones with hardly any lines, blah blah. So that was fine, and along the way I am boiling water for dishes (we have no hot water and the dishwasher turns all of our dishes chalky white!) Everything seemed to be going smoothly until I remembered, half way into the 50 minutes of required baking time, that they use Celsius here, and not Fahrenheit degrees for temperature! I baked the cakes at about a million degrees Celsius thinking it was the necessary 350 degrees Fahrenheit!
I was so sad, haha. The cakes were so burned all over and undercooked in the center. I managed to scrape off most of the burned and banked on my frosting being delicious but even the frosting didn't turn out right (I'm blaming my mom's unclear recipe that just said what ingredients to use, not the amount or the method of mixing...). I mean, the frosting tastes fine but looks more like an icing than my mom's thick and delicious cream cheese frosting that I was going for. Aye.
So Bodil just laughed at me when she came home to a house reeking of the smell of burned carrot cake. Rasmus sneaked a piece of the cake last night and said it was good, so maybe we will eat it tonight and it will be enjoyable.
We are going to go for a birthday bike ride in the beautiful weather and a swim (I am freezing right now so I don't know how the swim will work out...) and then we are going to go out to dinner. Taylor left for Sweden this morning for the night so it will just be Rasmus, Bodil, and Hans (Bodil's hot BF) and me. Again, because I live with a host family I don't eat out much, so tonight is pretty special.

I'll let you know how those cakes of death taste :-)

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Jimi Blues

I will not deny that I am a little bit drunk. There is something so nice about not having a school on Wednesdays. I just saw a shooting star on my walk home from the metro station and I have the munchies sooooo bad.

Tonight I went to this amazing spot to hear some music. The place is called MOJO. It is a little chill bar relatively close to my school with live free blues and reasonable priced drinks if you get them before 10pm. The band was phenomenal. I love live music in every shape or form. Their cover of Jimi Hendrix's "Red House" was beautiful, as was the rest of their set. The music just got into my bones and ohhhh it was nice.

Tomorrow I have a field study for Danish class. We will have a cultural and linguistic scavenger hunt around the city and a hygge movie night. Better than spending the day in class if you ask me!

The weather is starting to get colder here. We had great weather for the first three weeks but now I can feel the winds of change and it is slowly getting darker earlier and earlier. Oh how I cannot wait for the time when the sun will set at 3pm in the near future!

Seeing all the Bid Day and recruitment pictures from AGD on facebook makes me incredibly sad. In a lot of ways I have felt disconnected from my sorority as I didn't make it my life because I never do that with anything; I like to have my options open por favor. But I do miss it. It is going to be so strange to come back to a whole bunch of new girls who I have never met after being gone for a year. I know its cheesey and cliche, but there really is a connection between members of a sorority. I just feel sad that I am not there. I can't wait to have a kid of my own and give it all that Jamie gave me. I also wonder if I will ever be able to hold a leadership position in the sorority again? I guess I will cross these bridges when I get to them. People are still shocked when I tell them I am in a sorority. I think I am still just as shocked as well. Who we who we who we be? We be be be AGD! Hahaa.

Also, sorry for the long entry before. I heard it was too long from people, but I just have so much to say all the effing time! This blog is, in many ways, a piece of shit because I can't even keep up with myself! Just rambling away....Vi Ses! (see you later)!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Contactico

My address:
Angela C. Best
c/o DIS-Denmark's International Study Program
Vestergade 7
DK-1456 Copenhagen K
Denmark

Skype:
angelasashes27

Emails:
besta@sonoma.edu
freakazoid125@hotmail.com

I will not give out my phone number...hehe. Too expensive!


Saturday, September 6, 2008

At last!

So I am finally taking the time to write! This is going to be very long because I have so much to say and I haven’t yet had time to sit down and collect myself to write about my first two weeks and actually do them justice. I come home every day, exhausted, and so full. Full of new thoughts, feelings, observations, lessons, challenges, etc. and I wish I always took the time to jot down everything, but time would never permit.

First of all, I have the most perfect living situation. I live with a host family that consists of my host mom, her son, and another American student studying abroad. My host mom, Bodil, is 50 years old and a vegetarian. She is the cutest and most energetic woman I have ever met, especially at age 50. I mean, 50 isn’t that old, but compared to some 50 year olds I know, this woman is off the heezy. The very first day that we get here, she picks us up from the University of Copenhagen in her mother’s car that she prays doesn’t break down along the way (she doesn’t own a car and had to borrow her mothers old beater). We rush to her house, dump our luggage and she takes us swimming right away in the place where the Baltic and North Seas meet. The day before, when I landed in Copenhagen, it was freezing, pouring down raining, and even though the weather was decent the day she picked us up, I honestly thought the woman was crazy! But we went swimming and it was fantastic. She took us out on the town exploring that night, cooked us dinner, and bought us an ice cream. The last two weeks have essentially been made up of similar things every night. She is so spunky and hilarious! She works at a center for retired people and almost runs the place herself with only one employee. She has a 57 year old boyfriend named Hans (I almost shat my pants when I met him, he looks like he could be 40!), and we keep discovering random wonderful things about this well seasoned woman. She makes arts and crafts to sell at the Christmas fair in Christiana, never actually was married to the father of her two children, plays accordion, she went to clown/mime school, she put legs on the famous Little Mermaid, trying to “normalize” her, in protest to the normalization of Christiana (hippie commune nearby of 850 people), and she never has eaten meat in her life (she was born, raised, and is a vegetarian). And she has had something like 7 host students before us.

Her son, Rasmus, is 18 and very shy. Most Danes speak English very well but he doesn’t. Bodil says that it is because he is shy and just doesn’t like learning it. I would think that with all of the Americans in an out of his house over the last few years he might be a little more motivated, but I can’t blame him. He is pretty funny but we don’t see too much of him. He has a little garden house in the back where he lives and comes and goes as he pleases. Children and teenagers have a lot more freedom and independence here. He has a girl friend that is always in the back house, but none of us, not even Bodil, have met her.

Taylor, the other American girl living here, is from San Francisco but goes to school at Oberlin University in Ohio. Taylor is truly amazing. We are just similar enough and different in all the right ways so we click really well. On the second day we were here, it felt as if we had known each other for years. Its great having a roommate in a host family because I get the best of both worlds, an instant friend, and someone to ride the bus with, etc. She is a medical student which is freaking intense, is a vegetarian, and loves singing and theatre stuff just like me. There is a ton more I could say about her, and I love analyzing her because she is really interesting, but I will not bore the world with that.

Bodil also has one other daughter named Sif who is incredible as well. At 14 she went away to boarding school, didn’t like it so she left, but she never came back home. She has been moved out of the house since, doing all sorts of advocacy things around Copenhagen and living what sounds like a splendid life. She also has spent a lot of time in Africa working with various groups, teaching and nursing. She just moved out of Copenhagen to go to a different school and I am sad because she knows where the good sushi is and where the good clubs are. At the school she is at now she is learning how to be a “Chaos Pilot” which is a person who is trained to essentially do anything in any context (social, political, medical, psychological, environmental, etc) in crises and the chaos of the world.

In Denmark it is really uncommon for family members to move away from one another. Even a few hours away is considered a big deal. Because the entire family lives so close I have been fortunate enough to meet them on two occasions. Tons of brothers and sisters, and children, and I can’t even keep them straight. The grandmas are the best and so funny. At Sif’s going away party we all got a little swishy and they busted out the guitar and started to sing us every song you could think of about California since that’s where Tay and I are from. “California Dreamin”, “Hotel California”, “If you’re going to San Francisco”. It was so amazing. And at these family gatherings there is always tea, tons of food, coffee, beer, wine, more tea, and more food (especially sweets, bread, and cheese!)

My school is a pretty important part of my experience so far, as I am actually supposed to be studying here. Sometimes I feel like I am on a vacation and have to remind myself that I live here now and that I do have classes, hehe. DIS, the Danish Institute for Study Abroad, is a great school. I can’t imagine studying abroad any other way. I feel like I get enough cultural immersion and still get to be taught in English. DIS is a program of about 500 international students. There are mostly just American students in the program though. I have met some kids from Poland, Egypt, and China, but yes it is mostly Americans. And most of these kids are from private east coast colleges. I feel out of my league sometimes because there often is a sea of polo shirts charging massive amounts of alcoholic beverages to their MasterCard, talking about all of these fancy private school things. My roommate who is at a private school is paying 48,000 dollars a year for college. I don’t understand how that is even an option. I pay about 16,000 a year at SSU (and thats a lot to me!), and I’m paying a little over 20,000 to be in Denmark. Oh this world. I also get a little intimidated in the classroom because I am not a psychology major and hardly have taken any classes and also these kids are from elite schools blah blah blah.

The classes I am taking are: Children in a Multicultural Setting: Theory and Practicum. The practicum is very cool. I get to go to a pre school 5 hours a week for 10 weeks and interact, play, and observe Danish children 0-6. It’s hard with the language barrier, but I had my first day this week and it was really fun. The theory is where we talk about our experiences and give our practicum some context within multicultural pedagogy. I am also taking Danish Language and Culture. It is so fast paced and Danish is a really difficult language to get. A word might have 10 letters, but only 4 of them are pronounced. There are also three new vowels and all of these other instances where there aren’t rules for anything, you just have to guess. Developmental Disorders is what it says; westudy the different developmental pathways psychopathologies take in children and adolescents. And last but not least, the Welfare of Children which takes kind of a social work perspective at looking at children and their rights and welfare. I was enrolled in this amazing Holocaust and Genocide course instead of Welfare of Children, but I had to drop it because it is on the same day as my practicum. We were going to take a trip to Hamburg and see a real work camp and everything. Bummer.

My schedule is really nice; I am almost always done by 2 on Monday and Friday. Wednesday there are no classes because the day is reserved for various field studies that vary by class, and Thursday I only have to go to my practicum site in the morning and then I am finished. Time seems to go by so much quicker here, and taking the bus takes a while. I am so used to rolling out of bed 15 minutes before class and riding my bike over to Stevenson. Now I my commute can sometimes take an hour if the traffic is bad. I like taking the bus though. It lets me relax and reorganize or study each day before school. At night or during less busy times of the day it only takes about 20 minutes to get into town. Commuting is just the Danish way of life.

DIS is so great to me because I am really getting a good bargain for my money. They arranged my housing for me. My meals are included in my housing. Transportation is included in my overall program costs, so they calculated how much money I would need based on my housing location and gave me the kroner to go get my train pass. Greta said, “They hold your hand in your program don’t they?” and HELL YES they do! I like it this way :) I am still getting the same great experiences with a lot less stress. I am getting credit at my home university while being in Europe and getting taught in English. There are social events that they organize for us and we get good discounts at a lot of places. For example, they had a welcome party at this club called LUUX where we got free admission and two free drinks for being with DIS. This place was nice and let me tell you I will never get to go there again. Too expensive and ritzy.

Through our survival Danish class they gave us an address of a café and we had to be able to find the place in order to get a free meal and drink and hang out there. Just really fun stuff like that. I got some free tours around the city by bike and by bus, and they took us to a grocery store so we could understand money and food. There is always something going on around here and I get to explore on my own too. If nothing else, I am meeting a lot of people from all over the United States :)

Also with my program we get study tours that are included in our program costs! We get a short tour to Western Denmark with our core class this next weekend and then we get a week long tour as well. My class is going to Sweden and Estonia! I am so excited because I will get to see two countries and all I am expected to pay for is one meal a day. These trips are related to our classes and we do a lot of academic shtuff, but it should be amazing and its way better than sitting in a classroom all day long. After that we get two weeks free to travel and I have no idea where I am going. Shit. When you break the semester down logistically with breaks and trips, it seems very short and it will be over in no time.

These past two weeks here, within DIS, have reminded me a little bit of the first two weeks of freshman year. Everyone is so excited to be in a new place so everyone is trying to make their friends and groups, and is trying to go and see everything all at once. I have to remind myself that is week 2 of 9 months. Maybe it’s different because I am staying for two semesters while most of my peers are staying for only one semester, but I am not in any rush.
And as far as the group dynamics go, I suck. I am being perfectly social, I go out and do stuff most nights and have a fantastic time, but I haven’t latched tightly on to any one group or person. I mean, Taylor is probably my closest compadre, and some SSU ladies, and kids from my programs, but other than that I am a loner. Loner sounds so negative, I wish there was another word for it! It doesn’t really faze me because it’s been this way forever. I don’t really notice it either, I just sometimes prefer to be alone with my own thoughts and there is something so nice about exploring the city on my own. I don’t feel lonely or anything, but I do get reminded that I am alone a lot when I see others who already have these creepy American cliques walking around together all the time. I think I am having a hard time articulating what I mean. It isn’t as negative as I write it, I swear. Hehe. I just like being friends with awide variety of people and I think I find that latching on to one group or person is severely limiting. I don’t know if I resist latching on to people on purpose or if it is a subconscious thing, but I am just so weird sometimes. I like making my own decisions and living for myself, not for a group, or another person who I am attached at the hip with.

Well, on another note, aside from me being a “loner”, I have been having a great time. Things don’t really pick up around here until 1am, so even if you go out early and try to come home early, it never works. Both of my big nights out have resulted with my not coming home until the sun was up because the nights are just so crazy. And what’s great about it is that you can get a bus or a metro home at almost any time. You don’t have to worry about drinking and driving, finding a designated driver, coming home too late, finding parking, etc.

We (Taylor, Laura, and I) met some Danes who live right by my school and we have hung out with them a bit. It’s kind of special to meet locals since we have school with Americans. They are so fun to hang out with and the kind of music that these boys like is all our really bad late 90’s/early 2000 wannabe baddass music like LimpBizkit, Linkin Park, Aqua, and Bloodhound Gang. I never sang so much drunken Linkin Park before in my life! It’s really strange that I can just go into a store or a bar (more often a store because bars are too expensive!) and get drinks! There is a bar right near the school called the Australian bar, but they really should rename it the American bar because that’s where half of DIS starts their night off. It has pool tables, relatively cheap beer, and tequila Tuesdays yeee! The other night we even went to a Danish karaoke bar. So much fun. Danish music is the best.

Tonight we are having a bon fire by my house in this really pretty nature area. The weather is pretty nice for Denmark in September and it isn’t expected to last too long, but we are making the most of it!

(I could talk about so many more things, but if you made it this far, congratulations! This entry is effing long. I just had to get the basics out there, never again I swear!)