To our faithful blog readers- it has been a while since we have posted anything and for that I apologize. It has been a while since we did any extensive travel and without any new fun pictures to post we haven't been staying updated. In this post, we'll display pictures of our recent trip to Dragor, a nearby fishing village, and from the Carlsburg Gliptotek, a sculpture museum sponsored by the local brewery (I am posing by a mummified cat, in case you were curious).
Recently I had the opportunity to speak to a class of cadets at the Danish Naval Academy about American culture (on of the rather amazing things we get to do as foreigners here). This lecture caused Adam and I to reflect pretty extensively on the differences we've noticed between Danish and American culture. One major difference is that Danes really like to follow rules, and look down on anyone who appears to be a rebel. Jaywalking is not a crime and one cannot be ticketed for it, and yet everyone waits at street crossings for the little green man to appear, even if the street is desolately empty. Why? Because that's just the rule. Recently we were talking with some Danish friends about how, in Santa Barbara, biking under the influence of alcohol (a BUI) is a rather serious offense, punishable by a large fine and even the losing of one's driver's license. The Danes responded that BUIs are a problem here too, but that they usually go unpunished because the REAL problem is that when people get drunk and ride their bikes, they forget to turn on their
bike light (a pinprick of a glow that really serves no function in the dark)- and that's the rule.The Danes had some interesting things to say about Americans as well. One explained how he went to a New York Giants tailgate party one time and he couldn't believe how excited everyone got about the food they had. He said people were calling to each other about how their turkey had been steaming for two hours, and you should try that guys ribs, and so on and so on, and the only time he had ever seen humans get so excited about eating was every morning when he gets his two-year-old son breakfast. I wanted to respond that I don't get really excited about Danish food either, but I thought that might be impolite. Another Dane explained how he felt that Americans are pretty superficial because whenever they ask "how are you" they don't really want to know the answer, they just want to continue with their days.
More generally, Adam and I are doing well in Denmark. There have been glimpses of spring more and more often and we are looking forward to good travel weather coming soon. There are times when we feel lonely and we certainly miss lots about the States, most of all the people, but sometimes help and encouragement come from the most unexpected places, and then we feel comfort and joy and we are so glad to be here. Recently when we bought a TV just a few blocks
from home we planned on carrying it back to our apartment ourselves, not realizing how large and heavy it would be. The kind Iranian family we bought it from offered us their double-wide baby carriage to use to cart the TV back- which we were most thankful for. Another time Mel made an appointment for a haircut in an unknown part of the city. I had to take two different buses to get there and through a variety of circumstances, ended up missing the first and getting lost to the second, finally arriving at my appointment twenty minutes late and unable to keep it. Discouraged at having woken early for nothing and with my very poor sense of direction, I set out for school and made it just in time for "bad Friday," a tradition where each week three people are assigned to bring treats to share during the morning break. (On a side note, I usually find
bad Fridays quite distressing, as the "treats" in which people partake when they are being "bad" are usually fruit, cheese, bread, and pastries, pretty nearly the staples upon which I base my diet here in Denmark. I have no idea what these people fill up on the rest of the week, but I eat like bad Friday every day, but on Fridays, someone else pays.) On this particular bad Friday when I was feeling rather discouraged, a lovely woman from Texas had made a Tex-Mex style chicken dip in the design of an American flag, with salsa stripes and olive stars. And what a glorious gift it was! Perhaps the Danes are right, I may get too excited about food, but goodness, some yummy Mexican food cheered me right up.We are headed to Poland next week for the February "ski week" break, but we wanted share a bit about our everyday lives here. We hope you all are well and we miss you lots. We love getting updates hearing about details from the States.
