On the 22nd of August I went to a classmates 18th birthday party. Here in Denmark 18 is really important for the reason 16 is in the U.S., you can drive. Almost all of my classmates were there including my favorite Fanni. The night was fun, the others taught me a game that was the equivalent of "who stole the cookies from the cookie jar" but in danish. I lost, but by the end I could say it without a problem. I went home earlier, which was around 12:30 for two reasons: my host parents were also at a party so they could swing by and pick me up when they were done and because the next morning I was to board a train to Bjerringbro.

The next week I was in a language school in Bjerringbro, a really boring town. There were over 150 exchange students there, so many I thought I ran out of pins but I only brought 2 bags.One thing I realized was that almost all of the exchange students spoke English. English really is the universal language. The school was like a boarding school, we had a roommate which we shared a room. I was with another from the U.S. his name was Hunter and extremely nice.

The meals consisted of a buffet of Danish food. There were so many different foods to try I had to try them all, as a result I ate a lot. During our off time I would hang with some of my exchange friends and play pool while blasting some tunes or eating kage and coffee. One night they teachers, who all are around 20, showed us a movie called Flickering Lights, or Blinkende Lygter. The movie was great although a little morbid at times.

Unfortunately when you have that many teenagers in one place, in a country were the vending machines contain beer(and is cheaper than the soda), and many of those teenagers are Brazilian parties are bound to happen. Two exchange students were sent all the way to their home country but if they wanted to they could have sent at least 40 home. Going back to my room I saw a kid from the U.S.A. with a bottle of vodka in each hand. They can drink all they want any other week, but drinking that week was just asking to sent home.

When the week came to an end I was not sad to say goodbye to the exchange students, but rather glad to get home because when my host family came to pick me up it felt like I was going home. Even though I am not related to them it feels like home to be here.

Now for something completely different.... This weekend I went on a tour of Denmark with my host family. We went up towards the north and spent the night with some friends of my host parents. They live on a farm and have two children, an infant and a girl of about 2. It was a very hyggelidt (a very danish word to use that doesn't have a direct translation) time. They made fun of me for not being able to say a word that in english means quarry and of course I laughed with them. We had venison, potatoes, gravy, and Ice Cream. The next morning we left and went to the desert in denmark. This place was pretty large and was like a desert. David and I had a great time running around and climbing the hills. After that we visited the very tip of Denmark then some old defense positions made by the Nazis when they occupied Denmark.

We spent the night in a hotel and watch the football game against Portugal, it ended 1 to 1, and had pizza. The next morning we crossed the border into Germany and stopped at the danish equivalent of Costco. all the Danes cross the border and buy their goods in Germany because it is much cheaper. The parking lot was full and maybe only one of those cars was German. I saw a package of Toblerone that was 4.5 kilograms. It was huge. The car was full for the trip home.

After spending the weekend with David, he feels like the brother I never had, and Jeppe is also starting to feel like family to me. I have been here for a month and it has been the best month of my life. Although sometimes I miss my friends and family back in the states, that feeling doesn't last long at all.

Vi ses.