Huckleberries.

6/14/11
There’s nothing like breaking a nice sweat as you hike your way to way to a remote waterfall surrounded by snow. There’s nothing like taking pictures of spectacular snow powdered mountains illuminated by the slowly setting sun—a view so pristine ,yur brain thinks your eyes are lying. There’s nothing like the walk back to your new, friendly home to have a slice of sweet huckleberry pie with a new friend.

On my first day here I was feeling overwhelmed. I had been jumping around, spending the night at random friend’s places and going-going-going, like I always do, for the week after my return to the states. After my car broke down (when I’ve never had a single problem with it in the 5 years I’ve had it) four hours before I was supposed to make the twelve hour drive to my new summer home, my parents, bless their hearts <3, drove me the whole way just to turn around and drive back. Jesus. I was exhausted (and I bet they are, too). I slept for two hours, ate dinner, slept for two more, unpacked my clothes for an hour or so and finally slipped into a 13 hour coma until the next morning. This was probably a good thing because besides the exhaustion, I felt this overpowering ache for all the friends and family I was leaving behind again. There are just so many wonderful people in my life right now and it feels like I have to wait so long until I see them again all over again. No cell phone service, internet or even a car to get to it can make it a little hard, you know? I feel a little more isolated than I was in Denmark, haha. Buuut, I know it’ll be okay. This is much shorter than my study abroad—only three months. They’ll all be there when I get back. *sigh* I’m gonna make the most of this time too, for sure.

It’s been a few days since then and I’m feeling much better now as you can probably tell by the first paragraph. Everyone is really friendly, my roommate is really laid back, a hardcore hiker and knows her stuff. The beauty of this place is also sinking in and it’s really…. nice. :)I have yet to find anyone that rock climbs and has ropes but I’ve already done a couple hikes, seen some grizzlies (and cubs!), moose, big horned sheep, deer, bunnies, and plenty of ground squirrels. I’m surrounded by mountain after mountain and I can’t wait until the snow clears a bit so I can climb them all!

- Jenn

(Pictures as soon as I can! There's no internet, cell service or electricity right now.)

EDIT: Check dis shieet ooout!

I can't wait to drive down Going to the Sun Road.

Copenhagen CRAZY

I don't even know. All I know is that there has been SO MUCH HOMEWORK in the past few weeks! Good lord! As I've mentioned before, it's been a little overwhelming. However, spring break starts today and I'm leaving for Portugal and the Czech Republic for two weeks! Woo hoo! Two weeks of hiking, surfing lessons, rock climbing, caving, yoga, beach volleyball, biking and much more! Did I mention that our hotel in the Czech is a fricken CASTLE?! OMG!! This is fantastic! I don't know anyone who's stayed in a castle before! :D

So about my other big field study! One evening I got paired up with a few other girls from my class and we were all assigned to different bars. We got assigned to one that caters to the older generation of gay men so when we walked in we got some... stares. We ordered some drinks, sat down and decided to try and come up with a plan to get someone to let us interview them. We were only chatting for a few minutes before a very old man (I swear, he must have been like 75!) drunkenly came over and asked us if we knew it was a gay bar. When we said yes he then asked "Well are you beautiful girls lesbians?" to which we replied "no". Then he went on to talk about how lesbians come in gay bars and other things that didn't quite make sense. It was pretty entertaining and I started to ask if we could interview him, but he was headed out so we went back to scheming about who we might be able to corner for our assignment.

Eventually we noticed a younger male couple (late twenties, possibly early thirties) to our left who kept looking at us curiously. While we ordered more drinks, one of the girls in my group approached them and asked about interviewing them. At first one of them (I'll call him Guy 2) said no, but the other guy thought they should give us a chance (Guy 1). My group member apologized saying that she didn't know how to go about asking them for the interview in the right way and they laughed saying "there is no right way" but we seemed nice enough. And it went great! We had long discussions about the government, gay rights, immigration, the media (which side-tracked to Glee, hahaha).

At first Guy 2 was really quiet and didn't want to say much, but as the conversation progressed he suddenly just opened up. He told us how we was from Jutland, from a town of like 1000 people. He had a lot of difficulties being accepted when he came out. His family basically abandoned him, he was bullied and someone even tried to strangle him in a bar. He moved to Copenhagen because it was safer and more open. He did have some good friends to support him while he was going through such difficult times, but it was still really hard for him. You could tell by the look on his face. It makes me feel so sad to hear about how horrible people are to others who are different. I just want to smack people upside the head sometimes and ask how it could be possible that they've never understood the concept of "treat others as you would like to be treated". But it's more complicated than that of course.

Anyway, the interview went really well. We had some good laughs. At one point they were talking about immigration (Guy 1 has been given his green card to move to the U.S. but they are partners and he doesn't want to leave Guy 2 so they're figuring out what to do) and as they talked about finding a way to be together there was this moment... They stopped and looked into each other's eyes and it was just... love. Their faces held so much tenderness, care, and affection and just... this deep, real love for each other. The rest of my group went silent for a moment because they noticed too. It was such a truly beautiful and private moment and I think we all felt a twinge of envy.

It was a good night. :)

I went paintballing a week or so ago and it was great! That weekend I wasn't feeling too good at first. I came down with this weird 24hr cold that made me tired and the piles of homework made me grumpy and hermitty and all the more stressed out. I really needed to get some fresh air. (Although I did have fun drinking goblets of wine with my host mom that Friday night because apparently red wine has lots of vitamines and is good for a cold...? I really haven't heard that one before but that's what my host mom said it was still pretty fun, haha. Totally hyggelit.)

The paintball game was legit stuff. I was actually pretty intimidated when I arrived because there were so many giant Danish men (Scandinavians have the highest average height in the world thus, Danish boys are big boys.) in camoflauge outfits with their Halo-esk (sp? I can't remember...) masks and smoking their stinky cigarettes. They just looked so... tough. Once I got my gear on I felt more sure of myself, though. I do really miss hanging out with guys. They tend to get up and do stuff rather than sit around and talk about feelings, haha. With the DIS students being 70% female, sometimes there's just too much estrogen around me.

Anyway, it was kind of funny how pumped up my entire group was. We played several different games over a three hour period with our final battle including around 150 people. Intense! It was like a fricken war except it was really fun and something I'd love to do again. I'm proud to say that I got a few pretty good head shots in. (I got a couple of my own little welts too...) Being outside running around and getting covered in dirt and sweat was just... refreshing. I love it and I can't wait for Summer!

Well, that's all for now unless you want me to complain about my homework some more.

- Jenn

Red Lights.

I've been back in Copenhagen for a couple weeks now and I'm only a week away from my next couple big trips to Portugal and then the Czech Republic. I'm taking surfing lessons while I'm in Portugal so I met up with a girl named Rachel from my core class last week to do some swimming practice. For some strange reason I've always had this fear of water that I completely forget about until I'm actually out there swimming/jumping into the water and I realize that I'm terrified to get in it. It sucks. >.> But surfing is something that I've always thought would be a really fun thing to learn and I want to grow past this fear because well... it's lame and swimming is great. Never let your fears hold you back people! Rachel used to be a swimming instructor so we met up at one of the pools downtown and she made me realize how much I actually don't know about swimming. She was really sweet about it and I had a great time laughing at myself even though I felt totally stupid sometimes. I plan on getting a little more practice in before I go so I should be okay I think. Here's to not drowning in Portugal! Hahaha...ha!

Over the last two weeks DIS has continued to pile on essay after group project after midterm. It's been insane and overwhelming even though I really do love how much I'm learning. One day I was at school from 8:30am to 11:30pm because of extra classes and field studies and homework and... bleh. We just had the two biggest field studies of the term that I had been really excited about. One was a trip to the red light district and the other was going to gay bars to interview homosexual Danish people about their views of homosexuality in Danish culture.

On the night of the red light tour for my human trafficking class we all met up at the school for a little debriefing first. We had a guest speaker along with our professor because we were divided up into groups. As they prepared the powerpoint slides, this grungy looking man suddenly came up from the back of the classroom. He started playing a small guitar and telling us that we were such beautiful girls (there's only two boys in the entire class so I guess they didn't count) and then proceeded to ask for money. We were all really taken aback, giggling nervously at first, unsure. Was this a joke? Various thoughts ran through our heads as we tried to figure outh ow the heck he got into the class or if he was another guest speaker actually from the streets who was high/drunk or if the situation was even real and what the heck we were supposed to do. The professors just sort of stared at him also seeming unsure as they continued to set up the slides. Everyone kept refusing to give him money and the situation started esculating as he moved from person to person, insisting that his mother was sick, pleading that he was so hungry, how he would get beaten if he didn't bring enough money back and he promised to play us a song if we would only spare five kroner. We all sat in a tense silence, shaking our heads in refusal awkwardly.

Finally, a woman walked up to the front of the class and told him to sit down. She slapped him across the face and then turned to look at us defiantly. After another moment of uncomfortable silence, she went off into a monologe. I think the entire class let out a little sigh of relief despite the intensity and skill of their acting. This woman was his trafficker, so to speak, forcing him to beg for money in exchange for the "shelter" and "food" she provided. It was a very interesting storyline-- and example fairly common in the gray areas of labeling victims and perpetrators human trafficking.

Afterwards, at around 10pm, we all ventured out into the cold night to the streets behind Central Station. Splitting up into two groups, I joined the guest speaker's group. I'm pretty sure his name was Jasper. He told stories about how during WWII the Danish just kind of gave into Germany without much of a fight except the red light district had refused to shut down. In turn, the nazis drove tanks down Istedgade and began shooting at anyone who dared peek out of a window let alone step outside. Jasper also took us into one of the several sex shops that lined the main street of the red light district. It was pretty funny to see some of the reactions of people in the class as a few had never been to one before (ex: "Omg is that a silicon fist?!"). Denmark was the first country to legalize pornography (and same-sex marriage!) so the sex shops are kind of a novelty.

The area outside was pretty quiet and fairly empty as it was a tuesday night, but I did spot a woman across the street walking up to a guy here and there. Our group continued through, discussing the the types of hotels that tend to cater to prostitution, the clubs and the various aspects of street prostitution. The government has been having a difficult time with some hotels in the area because people will give the "rent a room for two hours for really cheap" kind of deal and so it makes it easier for organized crime to thrive and it's also harder to keep track of who's trafficked/illegal and who's not.

Eventually, we met up at a cafe to have some warm drinks and discuss what we saw before we headed back. Overall I believe I saw about 13 prostitutes, four of them African and two Thai. Honestly I can't really explain what exactly it was that gave it away and made me believe they were prostitutes. I mean, it's too cold in Denmark to run around in fishnets and tanktops, but on of the things I noticed was that most of them wore tight jeans that had a different look to them. When I mentioned this to my professor she said questioned me, asking if that meant that all women wearing tight jeans were prostitutes, but I insisted that they were just... different. After a moment she said that I was actually right because the jeans are different. They aren't from Denmark-- they're from other places like Eastern Europe where many of the trafficked women come from.

I'm pretty sure that around ten of the thirteen prositutes were trafficked... which I know sounds hard to believe, but after everything I've learned so far, it's just not likely that that these women would come here to work in prostitution "legally" (you can't really do that and Denmark's immigration laws are some of the strictest in Europe) and could be independently secure on those streets (most women have to pay up "rent" for the sidewalk they stand on). This is especially because of the poverty stricken countries they come from. Either way, it's a scary thought.

I think I may have mentioned this before but the area I'm from in the States pretty much has one of the worst human trafficking rates in the Country and I think I've found something that I would really like to work to make some sort of difference in. So when I get back I plan on starting out by volunteering at the Sexual Assault Resource Center just to tip my toes in. I'm really nervous about it, but I think I could do it. A couple days ago I actually found out about internships abroad involving human rights and trafficking and that got me super excited. I found one that's based in Bangkok for four months and you get to learn about various NGO's and work with them and do research too! It sounds incredible! I'd love to do something like that!

Alrighty, time to do some homework. More soon!

- Jenn

Ciao Milano! (Part 3 ;9)

There were lots of things I really enjoyed on the study tour in Milan. One evening, Delayna and I went on a search for some local, real-deal-brick-oven pizza and it wasn't hard to find. We picked a quaint little place only a couple blocks from our hotel. Delayna ordered a tasty pineapple and ham pizza and I decided to get the one with artichoke and anchovies. I was really excited because I've never had anchovies before, but I've always heard so much about them. They definitely aren't as salty as people say. The pizzas were really good-- it was far too easy to down them in one sitting. Dangerously easy. I also didn't think they were too different from American pizza except that they were simpler and we ate them with a knife and fork like proper Europeans. After we finished we decided to splurge and order desert. When I asked the waiter about it, I thought she was going to bring us a desert menu but instead, after a few moments, I heard this thing moving behind me. When I turned around I discovered she had wheeled up a huge cart full of beautiful chocolate and fruit cakes, and sorbets. I literally did a double take and let out a loud, restaurant-inappropriate "holy crap!" in surprise. I sure had a lot of tasty deserts (and meals) in Italy.

One random memory I have of my time in Milan was on my first day there. We had just arrived and were sent off to explore the fortress in the center of the city for a little while. I had wandered around with Delayna to take some pictures. I noticed that there were quite a few African men standing around selling "prada" bags and carrying little bracelets around. As we made our way back to meet our class (that actually had left us behind so we had to find our own way to meet them at Il Duomo. It was kind of startling at first, but we did really well because I have travelled alone before and she had a very handy map.) one of the African men handed Delayna and I bracelets. I didn't think anything of at first, just taking it because I was kind of spacing out, but then I suddenly I snapped back into travel mode as he said "it's free for you!". I hurridly grabbed the bracelets out of Delayna's hand and started trying to give them back to the man saying "No no no no no!" as he kept insisting they were free (which they were mostly definitely not) and we should keep them. I literally started cornering him so I could drape the braclets on top of his hand because he absolutely refused to take them back. The whole time Delayna looked really confused because she had never been in this situation before but I ended up just hurrying us away after I managed to quickly drape my bracelet on his hand. What a rush, haha.

I think that by far my favorite memory was on our last evening there. After dinner the class went to a jazz show by a fairly famous artist. I was pretty excited at first, imagining myself getting another cool class of amaretto and relaxing with my buddies to some sexy saxaphone crescendos, smooth piano and a velvety voice. Well... I wasn't completely off.

When we got there I went ahead to the bar to order and noticed this lady sitting at the bar with the neatest looking drink in her hands. She was holding onto a fancy silver mug with leaves coming out of it and everything. I asked her what it was and she actually offered me a drink of it. I was really surprised by her generousity but ended up getting my amaretto because it was cheaper (even though her drink was super tasty. 10 euro is a little much...). Everything was going pretty good until the jazz concert started. I think it was literally the worst music I have ever heard. Basically, it sounded like post-modern-experimental-no saxaphone-no-singer-babies-dying-could-you-even-call-it-music??-jazz. Everyone at my table was looking at each other in pained disbelief wondering how long we could stand it. It was just... shockingly bad. After a while, (maybe a half hour?) we all literally started getting irritated (The situation kind of reminded me of how some public buildings play loud classical music around their entrances to keep loiters at bay.) and I felt a headache coming on so we decided to quietly slip out. Best choice ever. My oncoming headache disappeared as soon as I stepped outside.

As we made our way back we came across this lovely band playing some really fun folk music outside. They reminded me of Chervona, a popular local band where I'm from, except the band in Italy had a slightly different sound and a couple different instruments as well. I have no idea what the name of the band in Milan was called except what they were doing was a part of this big clown festival that had signs posted all over the city. This is kind of what they sounded like though:

There was a fairly large crowed gathered too. They were all holding hands and doing cute little jigs and dancing in circles together. Everyone looked like they were having so much fun. Some of the other students noticed too and slowly we all began to get the courage to join. I couldn't resist and so I walked up to the circle and took a couple people's hands in my own and away we went. It was a blast! The songs were so fun, everyone was smiling and laughing at themselves as they fumbled into the steps and it turned out that everyone was learning new little jigs for each song. A lady would come down from the stage, show us another little dance and then hop back up on stage for the next song.

Eventually we switched into couples dancing. A guy around my age came up and asked me to dance so I smiled, took his hand, and joined right in. The next song was more advanced and I had no idea what I was doing so all I could do was laugh as we hopped, clapped, and swung around each other. He and I had the funniest exchange. He hardly spoke any English and together we went through this back and fourth of:

"I can't speak English... Do you speak Italian?"

"No... sorry."

"How about Spanish?"

"Not really... Do you know Danish?"

"Haha, no."

"Japanese?"

"No... What about any Portugese?"

"Not at all..."

In unison: "Oh well..."

But somehow, in a mixture of Italian, Spanish and English, he explained that he was from Egypt and he moved to Italy several years ago and that his Dad was Egyptian and his mother Italian. I'm not even quite sure how we understood each other but it seems like language just blends after a while in this strange way I can't explain. When it was time to leave he told me I was beautiful and kissed my cheek. I remember thinking that the huge smile on his face was simply adorable. It was a good time. :)

The next day, the whole class had some sweet gelato one last time and then we flew back to our new home in Copenhagen.

- Jenn

Ciao Milano! (Part 2 :D)

Overall I think the entire study tour to Italy was a pretty interesting. My positive psychology class has a very strange... vibe. I feel like we may be just too big of a class (around 30 people) to take the time to get to know each other and when we're constantly being rushed around to see this or do that, it makes it even harder to connect. So we all have formed these groups with people we've met first or made a good impression with etc. Thus, we ended up kind of clichy which is sad. I think there's a couple people in the class that everyone generally feels annoyed with and this this includes the professor too, unfortunately. Pretty much everyone has gotten over the initial "damn, he's fine!" reaction to realize that positive psychology is so new that there's not enough information for a mediocre teacher to convey properly. I haven't noticed it so much (Although I didn't appreciate being led into oncoming traffic. Seriously. People we screaming. Wthell Anders.) because I've had so many crappy classes back in the states that I've learned to basically teach myself (Example: I taught myself and ENTIRE term of statistics. Wthell PSU.). I've also been putting this class on the shelf a little bit because my other classes have been demanding so much from me but meh... I'm still learning and experiencing and enjoying the world. :)

I did manage to get to know other people in the class besides that group I was stuck with most of the time in Jutland. I just love it when I meet a person that just kind of wants the same things I do. I made buddies with this sweet girl named Delayna. We did a lot of shopping, eating gelato, and walking exploring the towns together while other people just went back to the hotel to nap. (I know we're all exhausted but c'mon! Who knows when we'll be in Italy again! This is incredible!!) This is when we were exploring Milan and Como (a side trip our class took to see the more quaint side of Italy).

These first few picture are mostly exploring Milan:



Delayna in her new real leather Jacket we searched all over for and me in my new shiney jacket that I love! It has one of those secret-inside-the-jacket-pockets that I thought were SO cool when I was a kid:

The Triumphan Arch in Milan:

Beautiful Como where George Clooney owns three villas. OoOoO!:

The whole time I was in Italy I felt like was in this weird "dream within a dream" phase. I mean, I go on this long thing to learn in Denmark and then I go on this shorter thing to learn in Italy and then when I finished I was just going to go back to home-- Copenhagen? It was like my life was on a double pause. It's hard to explain, I guess. I love Denmark and my host family, but it really does feel strange that this place has become my home now. I'm scared of how I might feel when I leave it for good. This thing is already halfway finished! Holy cow!

Anyway, one of the nights whoever arranged the itinerary decided that it would be a great idea send all of us to wine tasting before dinner when we were all starving. First we had a sparkling wine, then a white wine, and then a red wine. They were all delicious and we got lots of refills. Considering the the stumbling, the sudden lack of the comprehension of personal space, and excess shouting and laughing, I'm pretty sure the whole class was a little drunk when we left to go get dinner. It was a good time. :)



Okay, gotta do some more homework now. More soon! :)

- Jenn

Ciao Milano! (Part 1 O:)

Well, I've just got three papers, two group presentations, some field studies, and a couple big tests out of the way, so it's about time for me to write a blog. Sheesh. I don't think my grades are going to be too amazing this term. :/ It's really hard to keep up with everything-- especially when they pile it all on you at once. >.> I don't feel too upset about it though, because I really feel like I'm learning a lot either way. Anywho, Milan! A few things I noticed:

- Italy is not as homogenous as Denmark. Yes, fashion is a big thing, but there are punks, skaters, leather-lovers, hip-slouchy-pant-wearers and quite the variety of fashion in Milan. Denmark also has quite the style & I love it (Minus some of those weird neutrals. Pale pink rose with dusty peach? Yuck.), but the culture is very homogenous and so everyone's style is a kind of combination of big, fluffy (yet well-fitted) sweaters, leggings and leather jackets.

- The food is not what you'd think it would be. I guess Italy is where cold-cuts come from?? (Too lazy to research this right now) I've never been served a plate of straight up lunch meat before. 'Twas good, but very unexpected.

- They have yogurt gelato! Just was my lactose intolerant tummy needs. :) I also had pear sorbet for the first time and it was DELICIOUS. I hope I can find that again someday.

- They are at a loss of what to do about parking in Milan. Sometimes people just stop their car in the road, turn their hazard lights on and then run inside to get whatever they need to get done because there's just simply not enough space for all those euro-cars.

- Italians are noisy like us Americans and also very kind. (Really, they are so approachable and polite! I never felt embarressed to be a tourist at all.) Makes it much easier to ramble off to your friends on the train without constantly worrying if your voice is too loud. (Danes just have a lower volume I guess, haha.)

- So maaany caaarrrbs!!! Exhausted little me with mah meat:

I think I'll start off with the first thing that comes to mind: the flight. This picture doesn't do the view I had of this justice, but it's literally one of the most beautiful things I have EVER seen. We all had to wake up at like 5am for the flight so for most of it we all just passed out. However, towards the end I started to wake up and when I happened to look out the window my breath was literally taken away. There were snow-capped mountains as far as the eye could see. God, I want to climb them all! It was so so incomprehensibly beautiful. Tears filled my eyes at the overwhelming awe I felt. Nature is magnificent! I love it!:

During our time in Milan we had a lot of academic visits planned. However when you're getting hardly any sleep because there's so much to do and you're overstimulated by an entirely new environment, new language, trying to find where you need to eat, sleep, go, learn etc., no matter how interested you are, after sitting down to listen for about five minutes, you are out with the rest of the class. (I felt so ashamed about it, like I was being incredibly rude to this top researchers who were trying to share their valuable knowledge with us, but when I looked around I just felt like laughing at the how much everyone's expressions mirrored my own exhaustion.) I think the only thing I really learned from my academic sessions was that happiness is viewed differently in different cultures. Well that's nice.

We did go to this one place that dealt with alternative healing methods involving positive psychology which used more Eastern views. The school was called Ayurveda...something. You can learn about the theory more here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ayurveda which I will also do when I have the time... One of their treatments involved this giant wooden table where the client would lie down and have warm, scented oils poured onto their forhead in a rhythmic motion. It's supposed to be a very spiritual experience. I'd sure give it a try. The place also had lots of yoga and meditation type therapies.

During one of our days there we went to see the Last Supper by Leonardo Da Vinci. I had no idea it was in Milan and I was very excited to see it as I've read the Da Vinci Code twice and have heard about all of the "secret" messages it carries endlessly. There were no pictures allowed and the ones online really don't do it justice. The painting is HUGE. 15x30ft about and it was so well-done that it looked almost 3D. Just beautiful. I love the silence that such historically unique things overcome you with. I think the weight of the history and the life behind the hands that created such a large masterpiece just kind of shut you up if you have any comprehension of reality. Yet again, breathtaking.

The final thing that took my breath away was Duomo Di Milano. It's the second largest Catholic cathedral and the largest gothic cathedral in the world and boy is it large. We went to this place a lot because most of the food and shopping was situated around the cathedral area. Everytime I emerged from the subway to see it towering ahead of me in all of its detailed, gigantic glory, I'd be overcome with excitment and awe. Every single time, haha. After much persistance and um... reminding by me, I managed to find time climb to the roof with my buddies and get a wonderful view of the city. It was a wonderful experience.

More soon!

- Jenn

日本頑張れ!

So I've been meaning to update about my lovely trip to Milan sooner but when I returned back to Copenhagen I learned about the earthquake/tsunami/meltdown business in Japan and so it's been a stressful weekend. Everyone I know over there, including a family friend living in Iwate (a Northern prefecture where over 1000 people have been killed by the tsunami) are safe for now. The way the media-- especially the American media-- has been sensationalizing what's supposedly going on in Japan has not only been upsetting, but it's disgusting. It does sound like the nuclear plants are kind of under control for now, but it's hard to hear how scared all of my friends over there are and know that this situation is just up in the air. Pretty much everyone has no idea what's going to happen and it's just... hard. I hope everything starts to get better real soon.

I don't know whether I should feel silly or not for how deeply stressed I've begun to realize this is making me. (Not to mention these next two weeks are when all our major group projects and essays are due. Aaah!!) It's just, Japan was my home and over the past month or so, I've really been noticing how much Japanese culture became a part of me in that short year and still is a part of who I am. I love the simplicity of the little things in Denmark that remind me of the familiarity of Japan. For example, we turn the shower on and off just like Japan to conserve water. It's such a simple little thing, but it's... nice. The other night my host mom brought home sushi and I was SO excited. (And the sushi cost like 200 US dollars!! Wtf!? My God, Denmark is really expensive... My host mom got it again a couple nights later too, I couldn't believe it. Granted we were celebrating my host brother's high grades and my host sister's birthday. But still.) I started rambling about the rice, the miso soup, the amazing meals, helping everyone with their chopsticks and even teaching my host mom some Japanese. Man, I was excited, haha.



As I've been learning Danish I've also found myself thinking in Japanese a lot more. And it's the strangest thing because I haven't been there in two years! All of this linguistic stimulation is confusing my brain, especially now that I have a little Italian rolling around in there too, but I find it facsinating how it all mashes together and I can go from saying "ciao" to "onegaishimasu" to "tak" to "okay". I think I actually had a dream in Japanese the other night...

It seems as though every country I go to becomes a little part of me, making me a more complete human being and more connected with the world. Whether it's the little joys of gift giving, peaceful acceptance and support of all people despite the variation of beliefs, or the sweetness of sipping amaretto after dinner.

Anyways, despite all of the challenges I faced while living in Japan, the ease of living in Copenhagen and being abroad (minus the little bout of homesickenss) gives me a lot of appreciation for the experience I gained. I miss you Japan and you're always in my heart! <3

Stories of Milano soon!

- Jenn