The Intern Diaries (Denmark Part 5)
Dear Diary,
You wouldn't believe what's happened to me these past few days. It's quite the story.
Tuesday, 13 May, 2014.
Together with H----, a colleague of mine we went shopping in Herning. You should have seen it. It was big and fun. There was this great thingamabob store where I bought a nice warm fleece blanket. (And 10 Twix's, but that's just between you and me Diary.)
I also bought a few long sleeved shirts, not knowing that just a couple of days later the warm weather would arrive.
We got an ice cream, because apparently you can't go to Herning without buying an ice cream, and after tasting it, I must say I agree. The lady in the shop asked if I wanted some strawberry cream on top and said yes to try it out. It's a keeper, dear Diary.
Afterwards we went to her place and it was beautiful. Four horses, two dogs. five cats, two kids, one husband. Paradise. She cooked pasta especially for me, and it tasted sooo good. Then dessert hot apple pie with ice cream. Need I say more, Diary?
I finally used the video feed in Skpe and called my mom. God, how I miss home sometimes.
Wednesday, 14 May, 2014.
First day the shop and reception on my own, and I realised this the night before. Nervous jitters made it almost impossible to sleep, so I pushed it to the back of my mind and slept.
It wasn't even all that bad. I've opened the shop on my own before. Only this time there was no back up. And I still wasn't all that good with checking in and out, so when I get two customers who want just that I get a little flustered. I called my boss and he talked me through it.
Once the reception closed at twelve I cleaned a few cabins, killed a lot of ants, and went for another run.
Afterwards I went on ahead and braved to wash my laundry again. But you know, Diary, the washing machine isn't all that bad a person. He's just misunderstood. Sure, he's a little loud and simple, but it's not his fault. So while he washed my clothes I danced crazy on my music while keeping him company. We had a good time.
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Opened shop and after an hour my boss came in with J---, my new colleague. He's a transfer due to some difficulties. But let me you, Diary. I am happy he's here. It feels so good to talk my own language again. Danish is still a challenge for me, and though I love English, it's not really mine.
Since the next day would be a holiday the shop was open in the afternoon. And Diary, that got me a little anxious. You see, I had something planned for that evening. So working didn't really fit with those plans. But it worked out in the end. At last minute J---- joined us, so we were with seven people in total.
It was the best night in my time in Denmark so far.
M---, C---, P---, D--- and of course O-- are all so friendly and nice and great and all other things you can think of. And their English! It's amazing. It's better than 80%, maybe even 90% of the people back home. I dare almost not even write it, but even better than mine. (And that is a bit painful for me to admit, Diary, so please don't make me write more about it.)
We had so much fun, the lot of us. We played a Viking game called Kubb. If you've never played it (or heard of it) I recommend to do so. It's a lot of fun. Watch out for flying projectiles, though.
Then the festival. It was really nice. It might have been small, but size does not state the levels of enjoyment you can get out of something. And the bar was called rats' hole, but then in Danish, of course.
I had quite a few drinks, I think. I didn't keep count. But I wasn't drunk, Diary! Just to get that straight. Other people's statements won't change this. I was wobbly, but I could still talk, I could still walk, I didn't fall, and I didn't puke. So there! Not drunk.
Though my legs are now a lovely shade of green from the bumper cars, but that's to be expected from bumper cars.
The thing I really liked about the fest was the hot dogs. I'm sorry, that's what I liked, I can't help what I like. And the company, of course. If it wasn't for the company I wouldn't have enjoyed myself as much as I did.
Once we went home, three slept right away, two after ten minutes and O--- and I stayed up until four watching a movie, before we slept for four hours.
Friday, May 16, 2014.
So the next morning like breakfast with the Walking Dead, or simply people without to little coffee in their system. Actually, it wasn't that bad. I just wanted to write it.
I was so glad I didn't have to work that morning (Sorry, J---), but in the afternoon. So in the morning O---, D--- and I went for a walk and took along O---'s fluffy dog. I'm too weak for dogs, because I am such a cuddly person, it's awful. I love them too much, I think.
Then it was back to work. J--- and I cooked our own dinner, which turned out very well. He had the 1/2 chicken with fries, and I had the sausage mix with fries. It was very fulfilling for us both, it being our first good meal in some time.
After work we talked a lot, before I retired back to my own cabin.
Saterday, May 17, 2014.
Oh, and all my great confidence about being a pretty good cook? Shattered. Literally. Because the plate I put the bun on broke into three pieces.
Please try to remind me of this in the future, Diary; here the microwave and oven are separate entities. So if you put a bun in the microwaves with a time meant for an oven, it will turn out black, burnt, and not at all edible.
That means crisps for breakfast, then.
You wouldn't believe what's happened to me these past few days. It's quite the story.
Tuesday, 13 May, 2014.
Together with H----, a colleague of mine we went shopping in Herning. You should have seen it. It was big and fun. There was this great thingamabob store where I bought a nice warm fleece blanket. (And 10 Twix's, but that's just between you and me Diary.)
I also bought a few long sleeved shirts, not knowing that just a couple of days later the warm weather would arrive.
We got an ice cream, because apparently you can't go to Herning without buying an ice cream, and after tasting it, I must say I agree. The lady in the shop asked if I wanted some strawberry cream on top and said yes to try it out. It's a keeper, dear Diary.
Afterwards we went to her place and it was beautiful. Four horses, two dogs. five cats, two kids, one husband. Paradise. She cooked pasta especially for me, and it tasted sooo good. Then dessert hot apple pie with ice cream. Need I say more, Diary?
I finally used the video feed in Skpe and called my mom. God, how I miss home sometimes.
Wednesday, 14 May, 2014.
First day the shop and reception on my own, and I realised this the night before. Nervous jitters made it almost impossible to sleep, so I pushed it to the back of my mind and slept.
It wasn't even all that bad. I've opened the shop on my own before. Only this time there was no back up. And I still wasn't all that good with checking in and out, so when I get two customers who want just that I get a little flustered. I called my boss and he talked me through it.
Once the reception closed at twelve I cleaned a few cabins, killed a lot of ants, and went for another run.
Afterwards I went on ahead and braved to wash my laundry again. But you know, Diary, the washing machine isn't all that bad a person. He's just misunderstood. Sure, he's a little loud and simple, but it's not his fault. So while he washed my clothes I danced crazy on my music while keeping him company. We had a good time.
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Opened shop and after an hour my boss came in with J---, my new colleague. He's a transfer due to some difficulties. But let me you, Diary. I am happy he's here. It feels so good to talk my own language again. Danish is still a challenge for me, and though I love English, it's not really mine.
Since the next day would be a holiday the shop was open in the afternoon. And Diary, that got me a little anxious. You see, I had something planned for that evening. So working didn't really fit with those plans. But it worked out in the end. At last minute J---- joined us, so we were with seven people in total.
It was the best night in my time in Denmark so far.
M---, C---, P---, D--- and of course O-- are all so friendly and nice and great and all other things you can think of. And their English! It's amazing. It's better than 80%, maybe even 90% of the people back home. I dare almost not even write it, but even better than mine. (And that is a bit painful for me to admit, Diary, so please don't make me write more about it.)
We had so much fun, the lot of us. We played a Viking game called Kubb. If you've never played it (or heard of it) I recommend to do so. It's a lot of fun. Watch out for flying projectiles, though.
Then the festival. It was really nice. It might have been small, but size does not state the levels of enjoyment you can get out of something. And the bar was called rats' hole, but then in Danish, of course.
I had quite a few drinks, I think. I didn't keep count. But I wasn't drunk, Diary! Just to get that straight. Other people's statements won't change this. I was wobbly, but I could still talk, I could still walk, I didn't fall, and I didn't puke. So there! Not drunk.
Though my legs are now a lovely shade of green from the bumper cars, but that's to be expected from bumper cars.
The thing I really liked about the fest was the hot dogs. I'm sorry, that's what I liked, I can't help what I like. And the company, of course. If it wasn't for the company I wouldn't have enjoyed myself as much as I did.
Once we went home, three slept right away, two after ten minutes and O--- and I stayed up until four watching a movie, before we slept for four hours.
Friday, May 16, 2014.
So the next morning like breakfast with the Walking Dead, or simply people without to little coffee in their system. Actually, it wasn't that bad. I just wanted to write it.
I was so glad I didn't have to work that morning (Sorry, J---), but in the afternoon. So in the morning O---, D--- and I went for a walk and took along O---'s fluffy dog. I'm too weak for dogs, because I am such a cuddly person, it's awful. I love them too much, I think.
Then it was back to work. J--- and I cooked our own dinner, which turned out very well. He had the 1/2 chicken with fries, and I had the sausage mix with fries. It was very fulfilling for us both, it being our first good meal in some time.
After work we talked a lot, before I retired back to my own cabin.
Saterday, May 17, 2014.
Oh, and all my great confidence about being a pretty good cook? Shattered. Literally. Because the plate I put the bun on broke into three pieces.
Please try to remind me of this in the future, Diary; here the microwave and oven are separate entities. So if you put a bun in the microwaves with a time meant for an oven, it will turn out black, burnt, and not at all edible.
That means crisps for breakfast, then.