OUR FIRST GOING OUT EXPERIENCE!
So we had a confusing 48 hours of planning our trip out due to bus schedules and train schedules but it was worth it!
Commuting. Commuting. Commuting.
So I went downtown for classes. Then waited around until 4:30 for my program social for Justice and Human Rights. They supplied us with beer and sandwiches and we all...well..socialized. It was actually really fun and I got to know a lot of people in my program really well. Also, I learned that sandwiches in Denmark are just not going to be my favorite thing. Then David from Vanderbilt (this is how I keep people I've met straight in my head) and I walked to the train station and went home. Ate more at dinner than I have since I've been here. Got ready. Went back to the city.
We get into the city.Meet at Mcdonalds of course and decide where to go from there. We find a bus we think will take us to the area of this cheap bar we have heard so much about. Fail. Went into the other cheap bar we found the other day with the chatty bartender. He wasn't there and it was very clear we were in a Danish bar. Asked for directions. Got lots of answers. Walked to a lovely respectable place called "Billy Booze"...meaning cheap booze in Danish. And it lives up to its name.
We check our coats and purses. 20 Kr each which is only like 8 dollars all together. But I still can't wait for the weather to be warm so we can go out without the "coats, hats, scarves, and gloves" getup.
Buy drinks. Try to find a place to sit. Not happening. So we stand by the vending machine on the dance floor and take in the scenery. DANISH DISCO. While everyone else was at the very American bar we could not locate, we were bravely tackling the authentic Danish disco. Well, with very American music.
Drinks on Drinks on Drinks. Lots of very blonde tall me making Danish comments about my height. With hand motions to signify that I was small. Yea, yea, yea Captain Obvious. We can't all be ginormous.
Lots of people speaking Spanish to me. They didn't think I was American but thought I was from Spain. I will take it. However, after the conversation went past "Hola, mellamo Callie." I was forced to tell them I was from the U.S.
We danced, talked, socialized. Then it was time to face the reality that we weren't getting home at a decent hour. So we made our way to the checked coats and purses station where I was pushed, picked up and moved, and shoved by lots of bigger people. Needless to say I was a frustrated small person. I feel like I will inevitably develop "Little Man Syndrome" in this country. Luckily, Sam retrieved our belongings after what seemed like eternity and we started the cold walk. Sarah had to hurry to make her train and Sam and I went to a Burger King to use the bathroom. You have to pay 5 kroner here to use the bathroom which is ridiculous butttttt if you catch someone coming out you can just grab the door before it shuts and viola! Free bathroom.
Then we continued to the train station. Where we learned that we had JUST missed the A train we needed and would have to wait another hour for the next one.
Mcdonalds time! I know...I'm in a foreign country and I shouldn't be craving a double cheeseburger but ...well...I AM. So we use our time to stand in a line of intoxicated people at 2:30am and grab two cheeseburgers ( because they don't sell double cheeseburgers here). We sit on the cold ground of the train station and eat our cheeseburgers and watch the beginning of one night stands occur. Fascinating. I'm actually really shocked that anyone who has to take the train out of the city can succeed in a one night stand without the one they are pursuing falling asleep and having to deem their attempt a fail. But, hey, it works here.
Train comes finally. We are super chatty on the train but luckily Danes are more chatty on a Friday night/morning so we were not alone in our chattiness. I get off the train with a dozen other people at 4:00am. Walk my 30 minute journey home in the freezing cold. Finally I arrive and quietly end my night.
SUCCESS. Now to do it all over again tonight! Only this time, we are going to meet up with others in Vaeløse, a town very close to Sam and I, to go to a pub and then make our way into the city. Then we are going to make the long journey to Helsingnor to Sarah's host family's house for the night. Commuting is just the lifestyle here. Learning to go with it.
Wish you were here.
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