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HANDBALL BABY
I just got back from one of the most exhausting weekends of my life. Sure I wasn't busy the whole time, but I have realized that listening to people talk for hours in a language you don't understand is one of the most exhausting actions ever.So I left with my host parents on Saturday to go to a wedding in Jutland, which if you don't know Danish geography is a pretty far ways away. We had to drive, take a ferry, and then drive more. But it was all good, I slept and read and such. Then the wedding began at like 4. It was at the groom's parents house and when I asked how many people would be there, they said, oh, it's going to be a huge wedding, like 125 people. OK, that's tiny, but whatever. So the wedding ceremony was at the house, then we hung out and ate and stuff. It was getting kinda boring because I didn't understand anything they were saying. But there were a lot of cool things. Like during the reception, they write songs for each other and sing together. And a lot of people talk alot. It was cool. Also, the bride showed us all the garter belt she was wearing. Fine. Then the groom dropped his pants and showed us his boxers. Weird. However, by like 10 PM I expected to go, but no, they party all night. They finally started dancing at midnight and they had a band that played covers of popular American songs. You know, like Mambo No. 5 and Brown Eyed Girl (even though NO ONE in the room had brown eyes, this is Scandinavia here!). We were still there at 2 AM and we had gotten there at 4 PM. My god it was long. But fun. And I slept well.Then on Sunday we went to my host mom's parents house and hung out with them and took a little boat ride. It was gorgeous. I loved my host mom's mom because she couldn't speak any English but still talked to me like I did understand Danish. Very funny. And the first question they asked me was "Do you drive a 69 Chevy?" Weird.We just got back today and I am getting ready for my first class of the semester. The classes are goign to be hard, I think, but I have no classes on Wednesdays and really only 2 or 3 classes the other days. Easy compared to having Chorale everyday!Laters...
I just got back from one of the most exhausting weekends of my life. Sure I wasn't busy the whole time, but I have realized that listening to people talk for hours in a language you don't understand is one of the most exhausting actions ever.So I left with my host parents on Saturday to go to a wedding in Jutland, which if you don't know Danish geography is a pretty far ways away. We had to drive, take a ferry, and then drive more. But it was all good, I slept and read and such. Then the wedding began at like 4. It was at the groom's parents house and when I asked how many people would be there, they said, oh, it's going to be a huge wedding, like 125 people. OK, that's tiny, but whatever. So the wedding ceremony was at the house, then we hung out and ate and stuff. It was getting kinda boring because I didn't understand anything they were saying. But there were a lot of cool things. Like during the reception, they write songs for each other and sing together. And a lot of people talk alot. It was cool. Also, the bride showed us all the garter belt she was wearing. Fine. Then the groom dropped his pants and showed us his boxers. Weird. However, by like 10 PM I expected to go, but no, they party all night. They finally started dancing at midnight and they had a band that played covers of popular American songs. You know, like Mambo No. 5 and Brown Eyed Girl (even though NO ONE in the room had brown eyes, this is Scandinavia here!). We were still there at 2 AM and we had gotten there at 4 PM. My god it was long. But fun. And I slept well.Then on Sunday we went to my host mom's parents house and hung out with them and took a little boat ride. It was gorgeous. I loved my host mom's mom because she couldn't speak any English but still talked to me like I did understand Danish. Very funny. And the first question they asked me was "Do you drive a 69 Chevy?" Weird.We just got back today and I am getting ready for my first class of the semester. The classes are goign to be hard, I think, but I have no classes on Wednesdays and really only 2 or 3 classes the other days. Easy compared to having Chorale everyday!Laters...
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