Spring

Spring has arrived in Denmark, a little late, but that is understandable since we have just had on of the worst winters Denmark has seen in 14 years. Finally the snow is gone, the trees are starting to turn green, the flowers are blooming, the bees are pollinating, and the bears(Danes) are finally out of their caves. With spring comes many changes, the most remarkable change would have to be the Danish people. All winter long the Danish people hide themselves in their houses, understandably so, seeing as it is below freezing. The towns are dead and covered in snow, occasionally one might catch a glimpse of a fellow human, before they quickly shuffle indoors. The towns stayed dead all winter, and it was a long winter. Suddenly, the sun came out, and the towns were flooding with people; shops selling ice cream and people lying out in the sun, even though it was still only 10 degrees Celsius. The towns sprang to life in a matter of weeks, I have never before seen such a drastic change. Now the temperature never dips below freezing and I no longer have use for my winter cloths. This came so suddenly I am only recently becoming used to it.

Another change that came with spring was my housing situation. I no longer live in the little fishing town, Kerteminde, I now live in a small town called Åsum, pronounced almost like "awesome", and that's just what it is. This small town lies on the east side of the large city of Odense, the city in which my school lies. This move from 20km to 4km away from my school has made life much more convenient: I can ride my bike to school, come to and from my house when I want, and most importantly, sleep longer. The town is also extremely beautiful, there are not many citizens, and a good share of the citizens are interested in gardening. This has created a beautiful town. The town also gets together and has activities, such as what I was doing today, collecting garbage. The town also has interesting activities, some time in my there will be a little festival where we will burn a witch at the stake... I am not kidding, its tradition...luckily for the women of Åsum it will be a fake witch, this will not turn in to The Åsum Witch Trials.

Although I said I live in Åsum, I actually also live in a far away town called Dalby. I actually have two host houses. My host parents are actually divorced. My host mother in Åsum, and my host father in Dalby. They both have girlfriends/boyfriends, so its almost like I have two host families. Although some might think its annoying, I love it. I get the best of both worlds because my host fathers place is almost the opposite of where I live now. My host father lives in Dalby, about 32km from Odense, so its really far away and inconvenient to go back and forward. It makes up for it by being an incredibly beautiful house, away from the town, and near the beach. My host father even has a boat and some kayaks, making this house the perfect summer get away. In all, I get the city life and the country life all in one host family, I would call myself lucky.

My host mother's name is Helle, and her boyfriends name is Thomas. They are great host parents. Helle is really interested in gardening and used to have a really beautiful garden when she lived with my host father. She has two sons, Kaspar and Jens. I met Kaspar before I came to live here, actually I met him in California. Kaspar was en exchange student last year up in Arcadia, I got to meet him when I went to some rotary get-togethers, and now he is my host brother. He doesn't live at home, he has an apartment in Odense, but he comes back so often, to eat mother's cooking and get some laundry done, that I still get to see him. He is a really fun and relaxed fellow. Thomas has introduced me to a sport I find really fun, golf. He takes me with him some times to play golf. My first time playing an actual game of golf, not mini golf or driving range, was just last saturday. Helle, Thomas, and I went down to Svendborg, to a place where you don't need to belong to a club, a pay and play place. It was cloudy and and the wind was strong, but it was still fun. They rented me a set of golf clubs and we took to the driving range to warm up. We played a 9-hole game with a total par of 30, I got +31 over par, an average of a triple bogey for every hole. I considered that good for my first time, and I found that I really like the sport. I have never really been one for team sports where I need to concentrate on both what I am doing and where my team mates are, probably why I like swimming, sailing, table tennis, and now golf. At night we might play Backgammon or a game of cards and enjoy a class of wine.

My host father's name is Jes, pronounced like "yes", and I forget my father's girlfriend's name. I really like them both. Jes spends his spare time renovating his house, which is amazing. He has built his own pizza oven, and is trying to grow a forest in his massive plot of land. This man seems to do everything; I went on a walk with him around his house and he would keep pointing at different things and telling me which year he started growing what, or built what. He really loves to work with his hands. My host father's girlfriend is from Norway, it is rather difficult to understand her sometimes, because she has a strong Norwegian accent. She has two kids: a son, 11, and a daughter who is younger. I like playing with the son, when I first met him we played a game of chess. I lost, but I like to think it was just because I did the stupidest move ever and let him take my queen with his pawn. They are both really nice.

Another change in my life came on the 7th day of February, my birthday. I am now 18. My family in Kerteminde held a party for me, with a large traditional Danish lunch, with lots of herring, that I requested. I had all the exchange students around Fyn and two class mates, along with the whole Sørgård family, and my first host family. In all there was over 20 guest. Eva, my best Danish friend baked me a cake in the shape of a pokemon, just for fun. After the delicious lunch we went out into the back yard to play "slå katten i tønden," which means "beat the cat in the barrel." I must say I really do love these old Danish traditions, burning witches, beating cats in barrels... again not a real cat. This tradition is quite old, when it was thought that cats were linked with the devil. The village people would, in the months of march/april, put a cat in a barrel and beat the barrel until the cat died. Today, we just put a bunch of candy and oranges inside a barrel, hang it up, and beat it until nothing remains of the barrel. All the while dressed up like it was Halloween. One can also win the title of queen if they break off the first board of the barrel, or king if they break off the last piece. My first host bother won king, and Milly Wallace, the other exchange student from my district in California, won queen.

The Danish people call me fluent in Danish, but I really don't feel like it. There are just so many expressions, and weird ways of using the language, that I don't sound Danish at all, but the others are quite impressed. Danish is on the list of the hardest languages to learn, and I would say its just because how they use the language. One example is that Danes say "i går" after ever other sentence, well some Danes do, and what it means is yesterday. They obviously dont mean to say yesterday, they just put it in. Its a odd, but fun, language.

This post was long overdue, I will update more often now. I still have more to tell, and more will certainly come with time.

Med venlig hilsen,
Greg Martin