Now it's cold.

Frozen. Absolutely frozen. I don't even want to walk 10 minutes for I am in fear of slowly turning into a glacier. Ok, that's obviously an exaggeration. A glacier takes a long time to form. Moving on..

Don't mind meeee

I love snow, I really do. Actually, let me re-phrase that. I love it when it is snowing. However, the resulting aftermath of mountains of brown sludge paired with gail force winds is not so pleasant. Yes, the snow enhances the lovely Christmas atmosphere of Copenhagen, but this bitter cold is not making me the cheeriest of house elves (HP reference). I want to go out and explore Denmark in its pinnacle season, but the bone wrenching cold is obviously hindering my Jacque Costeau/ Christopher Columbus what-have-you explorer ambition. They count as explorers right?

Seems like a nice guy.

Maybe an explorer...maybe not.

You know I have actually been relatively surprised with the weather here in Denmark. I thought it was going to rain all the time and we would be experiencing sub-zero temperatures by October. Nei, it has only rained a handful of times and the sub-zero temperatures didn't hit till this weekend. MERRY CHRISTMAS! 


Well, I must learn to master the Scandinavian ways of bundling up. Massive scarves, knitted crap, Norwegian sweaters, and the occasional thigh high boot seems to be the way to go. I may have to take a trip to the "Sweater house" this weekend and do a little damage to the bank account. May buy a reindeer blanket or two, because no house is complete without the essential Rudolph throw rug. As shown here.

Who knows what to do. Three weeks left...so sad. I don't want to leaveeeeeee! (despite the cold) The other day I had my last core class and I honestly felt depressed leaving it. Never before have I loved a class so much, that I didn't want to leave it.  Our professor made us a goodbye cake that said, "team awesome" (epic right?) in messy handwriting..dawwwwww SO CUTE. I was coming very close to just engulfing my professor in a huge hug and just letting him know how much I loved my class. I suppressed that urge and settled for a handshake, but I felt utterly defeated and melancholy leaving that class for the last time. Someone cue the the depressing Charlie Brown Christmas music.

To further exemplify how awesome my classes are, I brought it one of my Danish friends to class. No reason, just a little show n' tell if you will. Just waltzed on in 20 minutes late (due to train problems aka girl getting run over). Don't worry she was okay...back to the story.
It was great, it was like that one time in 4th grade when someone snuck their bunny into class and got away with it. Except I did it with a Dane. Mad props.

Not always the easiest task.

Okay well, I can further procrastinate studying for my Communications class exam by writing more on this blog but I must bid you farewell once more. Tootles.

Margaret= Denmark weather. Photo credit: Kenneth Laugaard Andersen