Wait. . .there's more.

I just want to tell you of the exciting night I had on my way back to England from Denmark. So my flight was supposed to leave at 10:45 pm, but it was delayed until midnight. The flight was about an 1:50 minutes long, and I knew I would probably miss my scheduled bus back to the college. But I was positive there would be another one.
Unfortunately, due to the customs line, which lasted over an hour because they only had two workers and spent half an hour on two people. . .no joke, I missed the second one. The not-so-nice lady at the closed bus desk said there wouldn't be another bus until 4:55 in the morning.
So I spent the night at the Stansted airport. It wasn't awesome. I almost took a picture of myself leaning on my luggage in the rockin' plastic chairs, but it was even too pathetic for me.
Good times!

Denmark--last day

What an amazing day Sunday was. That morning we went into Viborg and saw the south sea, the cathedral, and this beautiful lake that I can't remember the name of right now. The cathedral was so pretty, with amazing architecture and windows. The coolest thing though, were the paintings that covered the walls and ceilings. Beautiful. I climbed the turret, which was a bit creepy with the creaky stairs, but the view of the city and lake was so, you guessed it, beautiful. I need to get out my thesaurus. It was overcast and raining at home when we got back for lunch, but we were determined to continue with our final destination. After a really great nap, we headed out.
On our way to the airport, we stopped in the small town of Helstrup, near Randers, where my Grandma's mother, Karoline Lang Simonsen, grew up. We had pictures of the old house she lived in, as well as some other old buildings. We didn't know what we would find, if anything, but we were hopeful. We pulled into the town and found what we thought could be the house, which was right below the town church. We went up to the church and looked in the graveyard for any family headstones. We didn't know if there would be anything, because I guess in Denmark after so many years they remove the old headstones and use them for paving the roads or rock fences or whatever, because they need the land for more people. I guess they keep getting old there. One of the last stones in the yard was mostly covered in ivy, but Kirstine found that it was for Maren Lang, who was my Grandma's aunt. So at least we knew where the family plot was! That was miracle number one.
We went back to the house we had passed, it was nearly identical to the picture from so many years ago, which was actually a copy of a painting, I believe. It had only the difference of a couple additional windows. Across the street from this was what we believed to be the old school. Kirstine knocked on the door, and the guy confirmed that he was living in the old school and that the picture we showed him was in fact the house across the street. He then said he had a lot of pictures from old Helstrup and invited us in to look at them. People do that there. We were amazed at the pictures he showed us, some were even the same ones we had. He noted that the old couple who lived in the house were probably home, so we went over to talk to them. They also invited us, perfect strangers, into their home. As I sat there in their tiny living room, looking around me and listening to their conversation that I didn't understand, it was surreal to think that I was sitting in a room that had been occupied almost a hundred years ago by my Great-Grandmother. Miracle number two.
Finally, the couple (who have lived in the house since 1946) confirmed that they had known one of the cousins, an Anker Lang, and his wife was still living. She is in her 90's. They gave us directions (the man and the women's were both different) to her home and hoped we could find it. We were amazed when we did, and it was the same that my Grandma had sent Kirstine a picture of years ago. Mrs. Lang was so nice and excited to see us, because she hadn't seen Kirstine for probably 30 years; Kirstine had thought she had died 5 years ago and stopped sending Christmas cards. They exchanged phone numbers and committed to keeping in touch.
What an amazing day! I know that we definitely had help in finding the things we did, and it really strengthened my beliefs in the importance of family relations and history. It was fantastic!
PS. . .the last picture is of Kirstine and her husband, Allan, and their terrific dog, Toffee. The dog loved me.

Denmark--Day 2!

It's so crazy to go on a vacation where you have no idea what will happen next. I didn't have anything in particular that I wanted to do that wasn't already going to be done, so I left the planning up to Kirstine. Saturday morning we went to a big market, kind of like a flea market in the states, by the North Sea. Kind of confusing that the North Sea is totally in-land, but it's still sea water so that's what they call it. It was cool and humid in the morning, but by the time we left with our goods, it had burned off and it was getting warm. We headed home for lunch (by the way, Kirstine once had a restaurant of her own so we had some pretty good eatin') and then we headed out again to a little place less than a mile away. Up the hill in the mountains a bit, there is an Iron Age village where people will actually take their holiday (vacation) and live like they did back then, with wool clothing, leather shoes, mountain-weed eating and sleeping on sticks covered with animal furs. It was fascinating to see what they have up there. I bought a whistle whittled out of wood and treated us all to a little walking music. It was amazing.
Anyway, I was super impressed with the buildings and ingenuity that is as historically accurate as they know of, from archaeological findings, because not only were the buildings sensible and effective, but I found them to be very aesthetically pleasing. Not that I am going to live in a straw covered hut, but you know what I mean.
That night we relaxed and watched some good time German Music shows, which were sooo funny to me. That's 3 "o"s. I've never seen so many accordions get such praise! The best was a band who had 5 members; a drummer (with a bandanna on his head), a guitar player, a lead singer, a mullet-wearing keyboard player. . .but not just any keyboard, no, it was one that strapped over his shoulder and had the little notch for easier use. . .picture any great 80's band. . he was my favorite, and then the accordion player. He would often do the one-leg-kicked-up as he hops across the stage kind of move. . . .know what I'm talking about? You have to. I can't think of any other way to describe it. It was a total rocker move. And on that note, I went to bed hoping for some awesome dreams.

Denmark--Day 1

I was so excited to spend the weekend in Denmark! My Grandma Paul (for those non-family readers) is from Denmark and has a cousin there, Kirstine, that she only got in touch with about 5 years ago, and I was going to go meet her. I had a super early flight out of Stansted, but I got to Aarhus, which is on the east side of the Jutland (the big part of Denmark), and took the bus up to Randers where Kirstine met me. We went back to her house in Bjerregrav and dropped off my stuff, then headed to her son Morten's house. They were excited to meet me but leaving on holiday the next day, so this was our only opportunity. What a great family! The kids, Louisa (11), Kristine (9) and Patrick (6) were so cute, and even though we couldn't always communicate ourselves (I was soo grateful that Kirstine's english was so good!), but we had fun.
Then, we picked up Kirstine's oldest, Tina, and went home for dinner. I had not realized that Denmark was mostly agriculture, but the country is so beautiful! On the hill across from Kirstine's house, there is a wheat field. After dinner, we hiked up the hill into the woods where we could look over the valley. It is so pretty! I loved it.

Stairs, baby!

I just want to inform you of how many stairs I climb a day. . . . so here is a picture of the stairs in my lecture building where I am on the 5th or 6th floor, give or take, they aren't so much listed here, where I climb 83 stairs. Then, I go down the stairs for the lunch break, then back up 43 stairs to my last class of the day.
Not to mention, I live on the 4th floor (which I think I've already written somewhere), which is 51 stairs. So if I don't have killer quads when I get home, I want a refund.

Out Damn Spot!

Today I went on a school excursion to Stratford-Upon-Avon where we saw "MacBeth" at the Royal Shakespeare Theater. When we first got there, we had the chance to wander the town a bit, so I went to Shakespeare's birthplace and then on the opposite end of the city, where he is buried. It was really busy, being a Saturday and major tourist attraction, but it was fun to try and blend in. I had my first fish and chips (really. . .even the fish) (ok, I didn't eat it all) and I ate it in the park. It was a great cultural experience.
The play was well done, although it was disturbing. But, there were signs noting that it might be, so I was fairly warned. It was fun to hear Shakespeare done in an authentic language at an authentic place, although there were a couple of different languages going on.
It was a great way to end my first week here! My classes have all been great. . .my first class of the day is "Stranger in a strange land," a study of five Shakespeare plays with a professor who is just fantastic, then my second class is "Writing in Revolution" which isn't exactly what I thought it would be, and I often have a hard time staying awake and focused, and then my final class is "Giants of the 18th Century" which I also really love, taught by a Penn State professor who taught at Cambridge for 30 years and I think he wishes he was British. . . but he is so funny. Mostly I laugh to myself though. PS I know that was the longest sentence in the world. Sorry! Anyway, we have two "plenary lectures" a day, one at 10:30 and one at 8:00, where we have someone speak to us on the topic of "power" and then whatever field they are in. It has been very interesting and thought provoking, so far we have had lectures ranging from power in the media to economics, and there is more still to come.
So good times here on the east side of the Atlantic pond, but I miss you all! Talk to you later!

It's so GREEN!

'Ello folks.

Ok, really I've only heard one guy talk like that. So I got up to Cambridge today, and it is exactly like the pictures! It is so beautiful here, I love it.
So yesterday, I went to Wimbledon, which was cool. Really, I just took the bus to the door, took some pictures, and took the bus back to the subway, or Tube, station. Then I went to church at this ward I found on the internet. It was really nice, and then on my way out, I saw Donny Osmond and his family. It took me a second, and I did a double take because he was wearing shades. He is a celebrity, you know. I went back to the hotel and watched the rest of the Wimbledon match (it was a good one!) and then I had this crazy expensive dinner at the hotel restaraunt, but it was good.
This morning, I took the train (interesting with 3 bags. . .heavy bags. . .but I was blessed with nice people at just the right times) here to Cambridge, it took about 45 minutes. I took a taxi to my college and found that I was room D19. . .I was thinking, Sweet! First floor! But here, it doesn't work that way. I am on the 4th floor. Yes. That was when I really realized how heavy my bags were. But my room looks out onto the court, which I love. Dinner was like something out of Hogwarts, without the magically appearing food and floating candles, where we were served three courses at a sit down meal. 4 if you count the coffee after. We had an orientation meeting and now it is time for bed. So cheerio but be back soon! (If I get that song in my head tonight I'll be so mad I put that.)

London!

Hey guys! I don't have a lot of time right now and I haven't uploaded any pics from my camera yet, but I thought I'd stop in and let you know that I blew up my surge protector (isn't that ironic. . .dontcha think?!) when I first tried to use my converter, which shorted out the whole wall of electricity. So I had to go down and not only make sure I was using the converter correctly, but also to tell them I couldn't use the cool iron I found. . . .or the tv. . .or the alarm clock or anything else plugged in there. . . they are very nice here.
My flight over went very well, I haven't slept yet, and I'm going to get ready and try and find a church. I have the address for a singles ward that is pretty close to here, I think, so I should be able to find it. I might even be lucky enough to stop by wimbledon and cheer on Nadal. He's the cute one. If I had 4000 pounds, I would sit in the center court and eat strawberries and cream and watch people drink champagne. But I don't, so I'll just stare at the big screen on the outside grounds. Good times!

I probably won't sign back on until I get to my room at Cambridge tomorrow, so I'll see you soon! Cheerio! Ok. For the record, I haven't heard anyone say that yet. But I have heard "Cheers" and the bus driver that dropped me off at my hotel sounded like burt the chimney sweep on Mary Poppins and called me "love". I love it.

Love ya!

Going to the Big City!

Well, I had a good flight in and found crazy humidity when I arrived to NYC. The people at my hotel were awesome, I checked in and slept for a few hours. I asked some questions about the subway, and I was off!
My first ride on the Subway was fun, I just followed some other girls I overheard were going to the same place and pretended like I fit in. The first place I went to was the World Trade Center, or ground zero. It was really interesting. . .there was a huge construction area that was blocked off, and a walkway for people to see. Some guy tried to sell me a book on 9/11, but I didn't buy, and then I saw a sign that said something about not selling or buying on the grounds to keep the area sacred and not commercial. There is a sign that remembers the heroes of the day and also a big board with what is coming in the way of memorials. Even though it was surrounded by the loudness of NYC and the honking and noise of the construction, it still seemed really reverent. . .I was touched. PS, the bumper sticker was on a dumpster, I thought it was cool.
I got back on the subway and headed to Times Square.
NYC really is super busy, and it was so fun! There were tons of stores and little hotdog stands and people selling things. It was crazy to see TImes Square not on tv, and I loved it! Remember how it wasn't really hot, maybe in the 80's, but it was so humid? I felt like I should have carried around a towel. I walked around for a while and then got on the subway to head to. . . .TIFFANY's!
Who has that much money? I've never seen diamonds like this, there was one ring for $92,000. Seriously, you'd have to insure the finger wearing it! I saw the Elsa Peretti starfish necklace that I've been eyeing for a long time, and almost went back to get it. . . .but $195 for a cute little starfish was just a little too much, even for my spending habits. I stopped at the entrance of Central Park and saw a couple taking wedding pictures. . . if anyone wants to fly me to NYC to take wedding pictures, I'm totally up for it. It was fun to see all the green trees in the middle of the steel and cement buildings.
Finally, I got on the subway to head back to Broadway for WICKED. However, I got on the wrong train and went the opposite direction for, oh, 30 minutes. Finally, after not recognizing the stops (and being way too stubborn to pull out my map and look like a tourist), I got off, waited, got back on the RIGHT train (I asked someone) and headed back. It was now 7pm and Times Square was HOPPING. It was like any movie I'd seen about NY, everyone smoking and walking. So I pushed myself through the crowd and made it to the Gershwin theater.
I entered the land of OZ and was so excited! I have waited soo long to see this play, and I was only sad that I hadn't taken the time to drink more water because the migraine wasn't going to help me enjoy the play. I got to my seat (awesome) and found the only rude person I encountered in NY, the old lady who was showing everyone to their seats. She got after so many people, even a little boy, for taking a playbill from her pile ("Don't touch that! You shouldn't touch that") and taking pictures before the show ("Don't you understand? NO PICTURES IN THE AUDITORIUM") (I took mine before), and we all laughed at her. It was funny.
The show was all I had hoped for and more, and I thought I would pee my pants, the "Defy gravity" song was so good. After intermission, I could feel that everything I hadn't eaten that day was going to come up, and I had to run out and into the restroom to throw up. I have to say that kneeling on that floor was the grossest part. But then I felt much better, went back to my seat, popped in some gum and enjoyed the rest of the show.
Holy cow, how long was this day? Well, it's not over yet, I still had to catch a cab back to the hotel. Finally, I was able to flag one down (I should have learned how to whistle) and had my first taxi ride. He tried to speak to me in spanish, but with the wind in the windows and the noise outside, I could barely hear him, or even understand him. I was glad when we got back to the hotel, and I was able to sit down on my pillow top King size bed. Everyone should stay at the Courtyard Marriot. It rocks.
I don't know if I ever slept so good.