A New Chapter

For the Love of Eurovision

2012-01-23T16:44:00.011+01:00

As the years go by in Denmark, my monthly blogs get less and less frequent. That's to be expected due to the fact that what was once new has now become an ordinary part of everyday life. However, there are still those moments that suddenly strike me as extraordinarily different, or very European, not that they are necessarily one in the same. Either way, the Eurovision Song Contest is one of those moments for me.

I remember the first time I experienced it with my husband two years ago. I could tell by how excited he got when he was explaining what it was all about. It was one of those growing up experiences that is so ingrained in a person's past that they almost can't believe you have no idea what they are talking about. Those moments literally feel like an out of the body experience because you thought there was everything to know about this person, and then all of a sudden out of nowhere, a completely new world opens up that you had no prior knowledge about.

The Eurovision Song Contest is an annual contest where countries from all over Europe compete for the best song. Sort of like American Idol, if each State was represented, and it only happened one time per year. As the legend goes, ABBA became famous after winning this contest in 1974, so some winners do make it outside of Europe. But first, each individual country needs to select their winner for best song so they can go on to compete against all other European countries. Denmark's annual song contest in order to select their Eurovision contender is called Melodi Grand Prix and it was on TV this past weekend.

People from all over Denmark (and some representing European countries) vote for their favorite Danish singer to represent them to the rest of Europe. The style of song is anywhere from traditional music in the local language, to pop music sung in English, to alternative, to really, really weird (as the picture on this blog shows). Fortunately, this year's winner was my favorite. Her name is Soluna Samay and she reminds me of a Danish Sheryl Crow. It was just her and her guitar, with great backup singers, and set, but the best part of the story is that she was a street singer just two years ago. To me, the song and all of the singers, represent urban Copenhagen. The style, the chill vibe, and the matter of fact way of just being.

Check it out for yourself: Should've Known Better by Soluna Samay

New Year, Old Friends

2012-01-06T11:48:00.004+01:00

For as long as I can remember, New Years Eve has been an exciting and festive occasion each year. Of course I am talking about the years when I wasn't single and anxious about where to go, what to do, and who I would kiss at midnight. What I figured out long ago was that New Years is a time to be with those you love. Old friends, new family members, current boyfriends, whoever!

If I recount the past 5 years, they were spent with pretty much the same people year after year. All of whom have been a part of my life for many years, and this year is no exception. I met my friend Beth in a Copenhagen café in November of 2009 and both of us knew without even speaking that we would be very good friends. Our lives and loves had put us in the same place, and pretty much on the same timeline, that would seal our fate as friends for many years to come.

When you marry a Dane and decide to live in their country, there are many things about the life you once had that you will miss, while you learn to let go of the past so a new life and future can begin to take shape. Those are the moments when you need a friend to confide in. It can be confusing to learn new customs and culture, and frustrating as hell to learn a new language that does not sound the way it is spelled. Those are also the times when you need a friend to relate to what you are going through. That was the role Beth and I played for each other.

Besides being hippies at heart, and loving live music, wine, gossip magazines, and painting our nails, we embraced each others differences and helped one another through the dark and dreary days in Denmark. Sometimes all you need is someone to listen, even if they don't understand. But most of the time, we understood each other perfectly, or at least were able to put ourselves in the other person's shoes which is priceless and irreplaceable. Of which, I will be forever grateful.

While our lives have now taken on different paths, Beth back in the US, me still in Denmark, we now make time for our chats via email, Skype, and in person visits whenever possible. Like the two weeks she was back in DK for Christmas and New Years. We assumed the same routine of long talks, TV show updates, and taking turns being good (healthy lunch) and naughty (liquid lunch). Even though I miss her daily presence in DK dearly, I know there are more exciting visits in our future. That's the thing about new old friends.

"After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away."
Carrie Bradshaw

Yuletide and Julegave

2011-12-29T13:25:00.142+01:00

This year was my 2nd Christmas in Denmark and it truly is a magical time. Hearts and stars fill the streets, stores, and homes all over the country during Christmas-time. This makes sense after learning the Danish saying: "Jul er hjerternes fest" or that "Christmas is the festival of hearts."

The Christmas season officially begins in Denmark on the first Friday of November when Tuborg releases the Christmas brew. All stores are decorated on that day and the bodegas are filled with people wanting to get the first Juleøl that night. Since Thanksgiving is not celebrated here, there is no debate or conflict about when to decorate or celebrate Christmas, which is often the case in the US. For two entire months Danes are excited about and anticipate the holiday to come, with various traditions leading up to the 24th. The evening Christmas is officially celebrated in Denmark.

The first tradition of the season (although not a true holiday) is Morten's aften. Saint Martin's day is the 11th of November but often celebrated the evening before with a feast of goose in the old days, or duck during present day. The date marks the day Saint Martin became Bishop of Tours, which he apparently was trying to delay by hiding in a goose-house. Because the geese gave him away, the day is marked by feasting on them. Martin Luther was also baptized on this day, and Lutheranism is the official religion of the country.

Another tradition is gløgg og æbleskiver. Gløgg is warm wine spiced with raisins and almonds and æbleskiver are small round donuts eaten with powdered sugar and jam. These are often served at work events to celebrate the holiday or when guests stop by to visit during the season. They can also be served on the 23rd, but that day's dinner is most notable for risengrød which is a warm rice pudding with a slab of butter in the middle and a sugar and cinnamon sprinkled on top.

The Christmas Eve meal itself is duck, three types of potatoes, and red current. The dessert is ris a la mande which is cold rice pudding with chopped up almonds served with warm cherry sauce on top. A whole almond is placed in one dish and whoever gets the whole almond gets a gift. The meal is followed by the lighting of the candles on the Christmas tree where we dance around it and sing before opening gifts. Then the "julegave" or gift opening begins which is a special treat for me. My family is so big in the US that we stopped exchanging gifts among the adults, as we would rather spend time catching up with each other instead of unwrapping. However, the Danish tradition of making a list and checking it twice is taken very seriously, and I have come to enjoy being pleasantly surprised at receiving gifts again.

Christmas day lunch on the 25th or Julefrokost (which is also celebrated throughout the season with friends) consists of the typical Danish smørrebrød which are open faced sandwiches with all kinds of yummy toppings. My favorite is fiskefilet, which is a breaded white fish with lemon and capers, frikadeller (Danish meatballs) and tarteletter, which is a lovely mixture of chicken and asparagus in a crispy pastry shell. Absolutely divine. No Julefrokost is complete however, without Juleøl and schnapps, and lots of Skåls!

Free at Last!

2011-12-14T17:21:00.007+01:00

After a pretty intense last semester at Business School, I have reached the point that I nearly thought impossible at the beginning. I am done forever with class exams. My final oral exam was this morning, and right after that I handed in my last written paper, technically due tomorrow.

The only way I was able to stay sane, and meet all the deadlines was by working ahead the entire time. The first paper was finished approximately two weeks ahead of schedule, same with the second. Then I went back to the States for a week for Thanksgiving and lost a little time, but still managed to hand in paper number three four days ahead of schedule. Paper number four was done five days ahead of schedule, so I had time to study for two oral exams before it was due. Whew!

I went through all the phases of grief when I first realized my schedule. First I was numb, then came denial. There was no way all of this was possible. Then came anger and depression. I hated how demanding school was and questioned why I was doing this to myself many times over. I missed my evenings at home relaxing with my husband. Then came bargaining. I had to stop going to Danish lessons in order to save my academic career. Something had to give. Once that was over, I went straight to acceptance. I knew what I needed to do in order to survive the semester.

I had to celebrate the tiny successes. After the first paper was handed in, my husband and I went out to dinner. After the first oral exam was over, I treated myself to cupcakes. After the second paper, a trip back to the US was a pretty cool reward. After the third, there was the Maroon 5 concert. Immediately after the fourth I had a glass of wine and now that the 2nd and 3rd oral exams are over, I am treating myself to a facial tomorrow. Right after I meet the girls out for some drinks tonight.

The stress is slowly leaving my shoulders....balanced life can begin again.

From Dry Heat to Damp Cold

2011-12-07T08:33:00.009+01:00

True winter is now upon us but I can't tell whether that happened before or after our trip to the US. What I can tell you though is that I have lived in Denmark for a while when I physically begin to notice the vast differences in temperature and weather on my body, when I visit friends and family in the US during winter.

While in the US in November, I couldn't drink enough water to make up for the dryness in the air, both inside and out. My friend had humidifiers everywhere in her home which helped. Not to mention, bottles of water because now I also taste the chlorine in the water when it comes out of the tap in the city, which is sort of an out of the body experience. I used to smile inside when the Danes were on their business trips in Chicago and would order bottled water when we went out to eat. Now I'm that annoying visitor from Europe that says no to ice in my water glass.

Inside electric or central heating blows from various places in the wall or floor in the US compared to water radiators here in Denmark, typically situated in one place per room. The former may dry you out, but there's lotion and water for that. It's better than wrapping up in a million blankets, lighting candles, and drinking buckets of warm drinks to stay a normal temperature, the way I have to in Denmark. The damp cold is bone chilling without a fireplace, whereas in dry cold places you can add moisture to the air by simply boiling some water.

However, both my husband and I could feel the wetness in the weather the minute we stepped off the train in Denmark and it was nice to take a deep breath in and not worry about getting a nose bleed.

Gratitude

2011-11-18T12:30:00.001+01:00

There are so many things to be thankful for on a daily basis but most times we get so caught up in the here and now of our daily lives that we forget this tiny little moment of reflection. There's no better time to say it out loud, or write it down, than the day I am preparing to go back to the States to celebrate the nations annual holiday set aside for this very reason, Thanksgiving.

I am thankful to be married to an amazing man who is by my side through the good and bad, and who always has my best interest at heart. There are moments where I can't believe my luck. Like last Friday. He stood an hour in the cold just so I could be the first in line to get the necessary stamp in my passport in order to be let back in the country upon our return. We won't talk about why this was necessary, only that my Viking goes out of his way to make up for some frustrations experienced while living in his country, and I am grateful.

Even though at times it is pushing me to my limits on what I think I can accomplish, I am thankful for the opportunity to get my Masters degree in Denmark. There are so many challenges that come with this degree, but I believe it is making me a better person, each time I push through the next task.

Finally, I am grateful to have such amazing family and friends that love me unconditionally...on both sides of the Atlantic. It's an incredible feeling to be welcomed with open arms and homes no matter where in the world we live.

Apron Strings

2011-10-17T21:49:00.011+02:00

My little sister had her second baby today and I can't stop hearing the song 'Apron Strings' from Everything but the Girl in my head. It's one of those songs that is very appropriate for this day, especially since the movie 'She's Having a Baby' was one of our favorites when we were little. It also happened to be the first time we heard the song.

My sister and I have been inseparable since birth and moving to Denmark is by farthest the furthest we have ever been from each other which has forced us to wait the longest to spend time together. She was pregnant when I decided to get married and move to Denmark and we knew the life we always thought we would have after we were both married and had kids which included living in the same city (Madison, WI) was probably not going to happen any time soon. That was confirmed after she and her husband decided to move back to the town we grew up in to raise their little boy just over a year ago. It was the right decision for their now growing family but both of us being so far apart from each other and the life we enjoyed before the distance began has been hard.

However, some sacrifices are worth making. Being close to both parents has been a blessing in disguise for my sister and her husband, and their little boys are going to be raised in a safe and small community, surrounded by the beautiful countryside. The same way their Dad enjoyed growing up. And I am experiencing something I have always wanted to. Life in another country and the chance to study abroad, all with the love and support of an amazing husband and family. Life is good and we are both grateful, but boy would I give anything to be there today.

"I was happy, I knew that. While experiencing happiness, we have difficulty in being conscious of it. Only when the happiness is past and we look back on it do we suddenly realize - sometimes with astonishment - how happy we had been." Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek

Semester from Hell

2011-10-16T22:06:00.003+02:00

It's been a long time since I have written. Much longer than I would have liked, but as it turns out the 3rd semester of the Masters program happens to be the most challenging. I clearly underestimated this as I was way too focused on the fact that I get to pick classes I am interested in and didn't factor in the amount of reading and project management skills that would come into play. Four different classes in the first three days of every week means my weekends are spent reading and any free time before or after class during the week goes to project meetings. Not to mention 15-20 hours of work on top of that. All I can say is working in one group on 3-4 different projects, as was the case last year, is much easier than 4 different groups and 4 totally different project topics.

Since the classes are not related to each other whatsoever, there is no method to the madness which means deadlines can be closely related which forces you to plan ahead and get creative. The reason I am able to write now is because I have one project (of 4) done so far and this week we get a break from classes. It's called "efterårsferie" or Fall break. The one thing that keeps me going, or makes me feel better anyway, is the fact that I am not alone. Everyone I talk to is just as overwhelmed and has either dropped a class to better manage their schedule, or are powering through and accepting their life will be insane for the foreseeable future.

Crazy or not, I have chosen the latter. And intend to take a week off to go back to the States for the Thanksgiving holiday in the midst of it all as well. The good news, or silver lining in all of this is I should be done by Christmas. The bad news, is I won't have much of a balanced life until December 15th. A small price to pay for the end goal which is a Masters degree from Copenhagen Business School which will give me the chance to do some cool new things with my career.

Gucci Helle

2011-09-21T22:49:00.001+02:00

Last week Denmark voted in a new government. The leader of the winning party will be the first female Prime Minister for the country. Helle Thorning Schmidt is the face of the Social Democratic party which is likened to the Labour Party in England. In fact, Helle is married to the son of a former head of Britain's Labour Party.

The Social Democrats support Denmark's working class, or what would be called 'blue collar' in the US. This is most likely one reason why Helle received the nickname "Gucci Helle" from the media. To highlight the contrast of her taste in upscale bags, given the people she supports.

Regardless of what she carries on her arm, it comes down to whether or not she is able to follow through on what the country needs. Which, like many countries today, is a jump start to the economy, and the creation of jobs. A continued focus on education is relevant as well given Denmark's reputation as a knowledge economy.

Danish Music & Fashion

2011-09-05T18:45:00.019+02:00

Our final two guests just left Denmark to wrap up one pretty incredible summer of fun. Five guests, four countries, and two trips were experienced over the past three months. That's a lot of fun all packed into one season! But that's the way summer usually goes.

As in my last post, my favorite part of the visits from my American family and friends is the perspectives they leave behind and there are two that jump out at me from this most recent visit. One observation was that the music on the radio is different. One station played old hits they hadn't heard in a long time, European hits that never made it to the US, and some new music they had never heard before, but all the music had one common theme. It was all upbeat, or 'happy Danish music' as one of my friends put it. I never really thought of it that way, but I wonder if that has something to do with why people are generally pretty happy here. My guess is it is just one piece of the puzzle.

The second observation that made me smile was that people seem to wear whatever they want here and appear to be less influenced by what 'the majority' are wearing. This comment comes straight from one of my good friends who was visiting Europe for the first time. This could be a general observation for the entire EU as far as I am concerned, but I think she is absolutely right. In the US, everything is new and polished, including the women and the clothes they wear. They are both perfectly coiffed and matched. Whereas in Europe, it's more of a thrown together look with different colors and designs that somehow works. I remember years ago admiring this style from abroad, never having quite the touch to pull it off myself, but after living here for two years I think I am finally getting the hang of it. Or at least letting myself be more daring and less matchy.

A final observation I have noticed in the way women dress in Europe is there doesn't seem to be as strict of an 'age appropriate dress code' as there is in the US. I enjoy seeing Danish women dress a bit more sexy than their age equivalents across the Atlantic with flowy shirts and patterned tights. One can only hope that enough time spent in Europe rubs off so that confidence in style can be carried back to America.

Romantisk København

2011-08-24T22:33:00.004+02:00

My good friend Lori just left after 8 days spent together in Copenhagen. Not only was it amazing to have a girlfriend near to chat about makeup, decorating, and the latest gossip, but it was also great to have intellectually stimulating conversations with someone experiencing the current mood of the US, both financially and politically. The latter conversations my husband particularly enjoyed. (For those reading this post that known him, I am sure you are not surprised).

My only wish is that we were on the same time zone or living in the same city so we could meet for those amazing chats once a week like we did in the old days. Having to talk about anything and everything in a short period of time is a lot to ask of anyone. Not that I am complaining. I just now realize how important it is to have close friends nearby so you can share your daily thoughts and happenings. Crazy ideas, and frustrations. Such is life as an Expat. People are constantly coming in and out of your life which means you make a lot of friends, they just don't stay in one place for very long.

My favorite part about having my good friend visit is being able to see the city I live in through her eyes. Everywhere we went, she kept saying how romantic the city was. Granted, she is only visiting and we all know traveling for a short period of time and living somewhere are two totally different experiences, but I couldn't help but open my eyes (and mind) to what she must have been seeing. Winding cobblestone streets and centuries old buildings are architecturally appeasing to the eye, and then there are the candlelit cafes and decadent desserts that appeal to the senses. Not to mention having the love and support of a life partner, makes this one romantic haven after all.

Sensational Summer

2011-08-10T17:53:00.005+02:00

I know I shouldn't be saying goodbye to summer already when it is only mid August, but the summer weather started to fade here in Denmark a month or so ago already. However! I just got back from a week of enjoying the glorious 90+ degree heat (approx 35 Celsius) in the Midwest which gave me the summer boost I needed to prepare for the Fall weather ahead.

So before I bid adieu, I would like to pay a proper tribute to the fantastic summer I have had thus far. This happens to be the last summer I will enjoy as a student and part-time worker before life as a Masters graduate and full-time employee begins again. And I have enjoyed the hell out of it. I have taken trips to 4 different countries and have hosted 1 out of 3 visits by friends and family so far.

We started with a trip to the South of France in June to visit my good friend Marie from Danish class. I can say with full honesty that it was probably one of the best vacations I have ever had. The scenery, the people, the weather were all amazing. When we were flying in and looking at the Riviera landscape I turned to my husband and said "If you lived here, why would you ever leave?" and that initial feeling pretty much sums up the trip.

A few days after we got back Mom and Dad arrived in Denmark for a two week visit in July to be spent in Denmark, Germany, and the Netherlands and that was pretty incredible as well. To be able to show my parents Europe, and guide them back to the origin of the Timmerman name was an honor I will never forget. Two weeks later I was off to the US to see family and friends and soak up the heatwave of a summer they are having in August and I enjoyed every single second of it.

Now I am preparing for one of my best friends from Chicago to visit and I cannot wait to show her my life in Copenhagen! We plan to walk the city, have picnics in the park, and laugh and talk our way through the past two years. Each time I have visited the US since I moved to DK my time has been shared between friends, my husband, and other obligations, so one-on-one time is a precious commodity that we both look forward to taking advantage of this trip.

Next up is a visit by two additional really good friends who have found a travel companion in each other which makes me very happy and excited for the many ladies nights we will share. I have an entire list of bars and restaurants I have been dying to experience with friends who appreciate good food and wine just as much as me. So, summer is certainly not over yet, but I will be sure to enjoy each and every second that it is still here.

Every Day is a Holiday in July

2011-07-29T12:14:00.000+02:00

When I worked for the Tribune Company back in the States, we knew not to expect a response from our Danish technology vendor during the month of July due to the fact that everyone went on vacation. However, experiencing it while living in the country is an entirely different experience altogether.

I'm certainly not complaining, as I have enjoyed every minute of the fact that everyone is allowed 3 weeks of vacation during the summer by law, but trying to get anything accomplished during the weeks you are not on vacation is next to impossible. For example, after my parents left I had two weeks of normal daily life before I hit the vacation highway again.

During that time I tried to get some necessary tasks checked off the list. I contacted two doctors, two teachers, two business people, and one beautician for appointments or information which is of importance to me, and no joke. They were all on vacation. Again, I respect the law and really enjoy the work-life balance in Denmark, but I sometimes wonder how the country gets anything done.

Of course this is coming from an American raised in a culture where there is little to no balance between work and life, so this post should of course be taken with a grain of salt. Hopefully I'll have better luck in August! (When I'm back from my vacation in the States, that is).

Trip of a Lifetime

2011-07-17T17:21:00.000+02:00

For as long as I can remember, my Dad has talked about taking a trip to the Netherlands to look up where the Timmermans originated. To research the family history and explore where the ancestors lived before they came to the US in 1880. That trip happened in July of 2011...the summer month of my Mom and Dad's 49th wedding anniversary. The fact that I am now living in Europe gave them the push they needed to make the dream a reality and I am glad they did. I was incredibly honored to be able to share this trip with them and the impressions that were left of Dutch people were well worth the trip.

We needed to drive through Germany before we could get to the Province of Limburg however, and that gave us an opportunity to explore that country as well. The minute we crossed the border of Denmark into Germany it was time for lunch so we stopped at the closest eating exit we could find. We left one foreign country for another, but what made this stop memorable was the fact that people spoke fluent English on one side, and just a few kilometers over the border, not a word of English was spoken. The lunch ladies were very friendly and with a few points and smiles we managed to get our food order in, but it was definitely a culture shock. That theme continued throughout Germany, at dinner that night and at the hotel we stayed in, but with the help of my very smiley Danish husband who also knows a little German, we made it through.

Day 2 on the road we crossed the border to the Netherlands and I could feel the excitement in the backseat of the car. My Dad was asking even more questions about the buildings and fields, to which my husband and I had to kindly say once again: "We don't know." The minute we arrived in the beautiful white town of Thorn, we knew our stay was going to be pleasant. Surrounded by such beauty it was hard to not have a good time. The homes, the gardens, the cobblestone streets, and buildings were all impeccably manicured and well taken care of. They had been preserved since 990 and it was a sight to see.

Day 3 we began the search for the Timmermans gone by and struck some luck at the tourist information center of Thorn who decided to go above and beyond their call of duty and start digging into some archives in order to find out more information for us. We drove a short distance through the towns of Heel, and Beegden, before reaching the tiny town of Horn, where we have been told it all began. To the church and cemetery we went, where traces of Timmermans were found. Walking through the town we found a printing business with our name on it and I could feel my Dad's pulse quicken with excitement as he spoke to the receptionist.

Lucky for him English was spoken fluently, as if we were still in Denmark, and the customer service and friendliness of people was incredible. In addition to the beauty of the town and gardens, I think the memory that will stick most in my mind was the fact that the people of the Netherlands made a point to make us feel like we were at home. Little did they know it was a trip about coming home for my Father.

The Immigration Experience

2011-07-17T15:10:00.000+02:00

Living as an American Expat in a foreign country has opened up my eyes to many experiences. Some good, some bad, but all educational. Most of all, it has allowed me to empathize with those who have experienced this when trying to come to my country. The land of opportunity.

When moving to Denmark two years ago the immigration process was pretty straightforward and fairly easy. The longest wait at the immigration office was our very first visit submitting my application to enter the country, and it was only for a couple of hours if I remember correctly. After I was approved, I had to go back to the immigration office and receive a stamp in my passport indicating my temporary residency status. I was given instructions to go wait in a certain line so that it wouldn't take very long and I remember being in and out in 30 minutes on my second visit.

However, after applying for a renewal of this residency in early May, I am still waiting for the approval in July. My temporary residency expired June 26, 2011. Since it is summer and I have travels planned, and since the stamp that once allowed me back into the country has now expired, I had to go back to the immigration office and get a temporary stamp that would allow me back in the country, while I wait for my residency to be renewed. This time, this visit, was far different than any I have experienced before.

The immigration office opens at 8:30am and you have to take a number to wait your turn to be called. On the website it indicated the doors open at 8am so you can pull a number and be first in line once the office opens, which was my intention on the day I planned to go. However, it took me longer to get there than I had intended and I arrived at 8:30am instead of 8 and took my number. Which was already 111... and the office had just opened. After talking to several people I found out the doors open as early as 7am, and even at that time the person I talked to was only able to pull number 14. At 8am, when the doors are supposed to open and number taking is supposed to begin for the very first time, the number pulled was 58.

When I realized it would take me close to 3 hours I was immediately impatient, thinking there had to be another way. Surely, a temporary travel stamp for someone who was already approved to be in the country shouldn't take that long. I looked around, heard an announcement in Danish about people who only needed a residency renewal card should go to line 2, so I waited in line to see if that was me. Afterall, once my residency was renewed I would get a card, and not have to worry about the stamp in my passport business anymore. After waiting in a relatively short line for 45 minutes, I was turned away, and told to get back in the regular line, like everybody else. Which essentially meant take a seat and wait for your number to be called. My fighting spirit had been diminished and I succumbed to my fate. I was patient up until about hour 3, as that was the amount of time the office counter had indicated it would take me to get through given my time of arrival. How mistaken they were.

5 hours later, my number was finally called. Long after my friend Beth who was there to give me company (while we were supposed to be celebrating our last day in Denmark together) had gone home for some lunch. My number was also called an hour or so after they had locked the front doors so no new people could get in. Which meant if you went outside to get some air you were locked out, unless someone let you in at the exit. Air being the operative word. There were no windows or fans, and it was a hot sunny day. We were left breathing the same stale air which became filled with body odor as the day wore on.

My final thoughts of the day and the entire experience was that of Ellis Island. I wondered how long they had to wait after a long journey by boat across the Atlantic....in the 1800's. And then my thoughts moved to cattle. It felt like we were trapped and in cages, just like animals. No sunlight or fresh air. My rage was in-explainable. So much so, I couldn't even talk to my husband after the experience. I needed to calm down before I shared any words with him. Amazingly enough, after a walk to clear my head, lunch with my friend Beth, and a glass of wine to finally celebrate our last day in DK, the anger had subsided and I was just grateful to be done with it. I can finally travel now and enjoy my summer, while I wait for immigration to make a decision on whether Denmark will allow me to live in their country for another two years.

Nice Paint Job

2011-06-18T18:02:00.000+02:00

Prior to our trip to the South of France I decided to treat myself to a mani/pedi in CPH. This is a regular ritual for many females living in major cities all across the US (well, at least in Chicago) and was always something I would be sure to schedule prior to any vacation or trip. A regular pedi is particularly important for the summer sandal season.

However, soon after I moved to Denmark I realized this would be one of those luxuries I would have to give up. A $12 manicure can easily be justified on a whim and a $40 mani/pedi could be worked into any monthly budget under the 'maintenance' category in the US, but at approximately 40% more the cost, this was something that would be put in the 'special occassion' category while living in Denmark.

Like, at my wedding. That was my first wake up call at how much more expensive this treatment was in Denmark and how much better the service was in the US for half the price. However, I chalked up that encounter to my lack of experience in knowing where to go, and took into account the fact that the little island of Møn might not exactly represent the rest of Denmark as far as beauty services go.

Fast forward two years later after meeting many foreign women experiencing this same dilemma, I finally got wind of a place that came highly recommended in Copenhagen, so I saved my Kroner and waited to book the treasured mani/pedi for this very trip. The overall experience was pleasant. But once again, I paid much more for less service. I got a great nail job, but if wanted the nice extras I am used to (like hand soaking and pumice removal) that would have cost more.

Så jeg siger nej tak for nu! When you're used to great quality at less cost, it's hard to justify doing the opposite.

Summer is just around the Corner

2011-06-13T19:46:00.000+02:00

The Memorial Day weekend in the US, or the last weekend in May always used to mark the beginning of summer to me. School was out, or nearly at the end, (high school that is) and the days were beginning to get hot and humid in the Midwest.

This year marks my third summer without celebrating that holiday and I find myself still adjusting to when summer will begin. The first summer I arrived in DK was actually Memorial Day weekend, but my head was in wedding and moving mode. Last year I was busy preparing for summer school so it slipped right underneath my fingers but this year I found myself consciously aware of its presence, or lack thereof. Probably because I have been counting down the days for school to end.

Thursday, June 16 marks the official end of my first year at CBS, when summer will finally begin for me. We've been blessed with beautiful weather on and off since the week of Easter in April, but my mind and schedule has been far too busy to truly enjoy it. I have been told the first year of your Masters is the hardest at CBS and I hope they are right. Either way, I intend to fully enjoy the few months of summer that are soon to start.

Beginning with visiting a good friend in the South of France this weekend. Then Mom and Dad arrive for two weeks for fun and travels around Europe. Then it's off to the US to see family and friends and before you know it my good friends Lori, Danielle, and Jacquie will be here, and then all of a sudden it is August. Summer is one of those precious times of year when you await its arrival and before you know it, it's gone. The best way to make it last is to soak up every single moment, which I will be reminding myself of every single day.

Come Smell Our Dairy Air

2011-05-28T22:53:00.000+02:00

My friend Beth and I were recently involved in an artistic exhibit featuring immigrants, refugees, and foreigners. The goal was to share an experience of our home country by describing a t-shirt we once owned that represented a sense of identity or belonging. The t-shirts would then be recreated by an artist based on our descriptions of them and be sold in a local consignment shop. The proceeds from the t-shirt sales would then go to assist those in need in Africa. The t-shirt that came to mind for me was one that I bought in Madison, WI. It was green and yellow (Green Bay Packer colors), had the state of Wisconsin on it, with the slogan "Come Smell our Dairy Air."

This of course has a dual meaning which is the reason I bought it. It represented where I come from in the US with good humor, poking fun at the fact that we are known as a "dairy state" with lots of farms and pleasant smells drifting in the air, while at the same time sort of telling the person reading it to "kiss our behind" in the kindest way possible. It made me laugh when I read it. I had hoped it might do the same for others that read it too.

It turns out I would wear this t-shirt at Organic Valley events that I used to volunteer at when they would come through Chicago which gave me another warm feeling and good memory. Any chance I could get to support a local cooperative farming initiative from the drift-less region has my name written all over it. After-all, my nickname in some circles of friends is known as "free-range" for a reason. Being socially conscious and environmentally responsible is something I take to heart, so I guess it makes perfect sense that I married a Dane and now live in one of the most sustainable countries in the world.

The part that makes the experience of being involved in this exhibit so interesting is the interpretation of the artist. As I was describing the t-shirt for the artist he asked about the shape of Wisconsin. So, as any Midwesterner does from the great lakes region, you use your left hand to represent Wisconsin, and right for Michigan (with Lake Michigan representing the gap in between). Then you point out where Chicago is and it becomes clear in the persons mind where in the world you are from. Instead of replicating the state from the shape of my left hand however, he used my hands to represent both states and put it in his reinterpretation of the t-shirt which added an additional element of humor all on its own.

To read more about the exhibit, check out the Lokal Global Plan website.

Lessons in Language

2011-05-15T21:47:00.001+02:00

It has been a while since I have posted an update and there are several reasons for that. First, I am nearing the end of my first year as a Master student at CBS which is, from what I hear, notoriously one of the hardest/busiest times one encounters on this journey. Lots of preparation for upcoming written and oral exams has consumed most of my energy.

Secondly, I am also balancing 20 hours a week of work which includes updating the company blog once a week. Even though I love writing, all of the writing for school and work has kept me from updating the one piece of writing that is 100% fun, totally personal, and can be about pretty much anything that inspires. My blog here in Denmark!

However one thing has been on my mind for some time that I have been wanting to write about. I have noticed from both educational and professional experience that customer is one of the most commonly misspelled words. I have seen it on websites, in lecture notes, and even in company presentations as 'costumer' which is a person who buys, sells or makes costumes. Not a customer which is also known as a client, buyer, or purchaser. It's an easy enough mistake, as it's a simple switch of the letters u and o, and I am positive I have made plenty Danish spelling mistakes myself, but it's just one of those things that goes unsaid that is pretty common.

Sort of like how native English speakers begin to lose their English the longer they live in a foreign country. Another very strange, interesting side effect I have experienced from living in Denmark for nearly two years, which I can only explain by the following. The less you use or are exposed to your native language, the less you use certain words, which means they escape from memory right when you need them most. I am counting on getting them back one day, along with my emphasis on the right syllables.

So the lessons in language while living in a foreign country extend far beyond learning and comprehending a new language. It also involves getting used to my own language being spoken and written in a very different way. Which in turn I adapt to, that could perhaps prevent me from using my own language in the way it was meant to be used. Strange, but true.

Extreme Security

2011-04-25T15:11:00.000+02:00

I took my first trip to the American Embassy in Copenhagen to renew my passport, in preparation for a renewal of my residency here in Denmark, and I was just so excited to be on "US soil" that I didn't even think about all of the security precautions that come with "officially" entering the US, even if it's in a foreign land.

For example, there is no such thing as simply walking in. You have to report your name and purpose for being there to two men who are standing guard outside. After they thoroughly examine your passport you are then allowed to stand in line to be allowed to enter. Before you can enter, you need to turn off your cell phone, and keep it in your hand. Then you hand over your bag so they can examine it first, while you stand outside.

Finally, you are let in but now the secondary bag examination begins. You are asked to turn in your phone, locate your keys and take them out. I had a USB stick in my wallet and they asked me to locate that and also take that out. I also had a bottle of water in my bag, so they asked me to remove that and take a drink of it. After it was determined the liquid was safe, they put the bottle of water and any papers I was carrying in a container to be scanned, while my bag, keys, and shoes were in a separate container.

Finally, you walk through a security scanning machine (like at the airport), and once you reach the other side you can have your bag, keys, water bottle, and papers back - but not your phone or USB stick. You are given a number so you can pick it up on your way out. Once inside, there is a security guard behind a glass counter that directs you to where you need to go.

After it was all said and done, I amazingly got in and out in under 30 minutes after the Embassy opened at 9am and made it to my 9:50am class in time, but it was pretty incredible considering all of the above. However, I would gladly do it all over again if it meant the one safe place for US citizens in Denmark, was fully protected.

Marathon Man

2011-04-18T21:53:00.000+02:00

Yesterday Tobias completed his very first Half Marathon in 1 hour and 50 minutes and was in great shape and in good spirits the entire day. The running route was in a beautiful neighborhood in the city called "The Lakes" in Østerbro, which reminded me a lot of where I lived in Chicago, near Lake Michigan.

In true Danish style, the entire family showed up to give their support on the sidelines. It ended up being a beautifully warm sunny day in the Hagen, after a cloudy cold start to the morning which gave everyone a bit of energy and set the tone for the day.

We had specific instructions to meet the runners (both Tobias and his cousin Mathias ran) with water at the 7.5 and 15 km marks which were the approximate spots they had stopped for water breaks during their training. The family decided to make the best of these little breaks ourselves and enjoyed coffee and homemade nougat horns (made by Tobias) and gradually made our way to the finish line where we greeted the runners with sandwiches, sodas, and cake for årets første skov tur! (The first picnic of the year). Det var rigtig hyggeligt!

Dejlig Dessert Klub

2011-04-13T21:47:00.000+02:00

My wonderful husband and his bow-tie wearing friend (butterfly på dansk!) have started a lovely little dessert club and I get to be the lucky recipient of the delicious outcomes. Last time they made Sportskage which has nothing to do with sports, actually. It is an amazing concoction of cream, sugar, profiteroles, hazelnut, and marzipan and has about 7,000 calories in the entire cake...or kage. But oh so good.

This time they are making Flødeboller which are a very popular Danish treat and literally translates to cream balls, but in reality they have no cream in them at all. They are more marshmallow based I would say as they consist of sugar, glucose,

egg whites, marzipan (of course!) and are covered in chocolate. You can find these treats pretty much in any convenience store or confectionery shop in Denmark and are often brought to parties

or gatherings.

The next item on the menu is yet to be determined, but I am sure it will be another successful and sweet result. I have no idea what got into these fantastisk fellows to make them want to start a lækkert little dessert klub, but they can keep on meeting and mixing and bringing home the sugar!

The Power of Networking

2011-04-03T11:56:00.000+02:00

Yesterday I went to an event hosted by various organizations through Copenhagen Business School (CBS) called Matchmingler and I have never been more grateful for the education I am receiving which gives me the opportunity to meet so many cool people. CBS has a strong focus on innovation and entrepreneurship and that was essentially the theme of this event. People could come with their own business idea with the chance to bounce it off others, or look for potential business partners.

I went with two Danish classmates and colleagues with our idea to create a consulting service for foreign professionals in Denmark. We wanted to practice our elevator speech, get reactions and insight from others on the idea, and potentially find future business partners to help us get the idea off the ground. We were successful in the fact that the reaction was overwhelmingly positive, but not quite able to help those in need as quickly as we would like. Between the three of us we talked to at least 5 people that need our services now as they are well educated, bright and aspiring students willing to work hard, but unable to find a job in Denmark. I have a hunch the language barrier might be the issue, so hopefully we can work with companies to break down that barrier and bridge the gap.

In addition to bouncing our idea off others, we heard many great ideas from fellow participants and advice from three pretty incredible speakers. The first being Anne Skare Nielsen who calls herself a Chief Futurist, the second Nicolai Moltke-Leth who has a special forces military background and has pushed his physical abilities to the limit, followed by Alex Farcet, the co-founder of Startupbootcamp. An opportunity for future entrepreneurs to bring their business idea to life. That set the stage for a day and evening of open communication and engaging conversation. Something that was good for both mind and soul.

La Favorite

2011-03-20T20:37:00.001+01:00

Today was one of those perfect sounding Sunday's when planned and it turned out to be even better when experienced. The sun was shining in the Hagen, which always puts everyone in a good mood, and the plan was to visit Denmark's oldest confectionery for coffee and cake before watching the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's at the Film Institute. We topped it off with an impromptu stroll through the Botanical Gardens which was the icing on the cake.

La Glace is one of those places you walk by and admire from the outside that lives up to all of your expectations when you finally make it inside. It has a friendly staff, a quaint atmosphere, and cakes and confections galore. Even though I have lived in Europe for a year and a half, I was overwhelmed with how quintessential European this little place really was. From the cramped space, to the vintage photographs on the wall, to the old school water fountain, to the antique coffee pot, everything had an element of history and intrigue.

The place was founded in 1870, but who knows how long the building has been there. Even though it was 3pm on a Sunday afternoon, when most Danes are at home enjoying their families, and 99% of all businesses in Denmark are closed, a stream of people, young and old, tourist and resident, were waiting to be seated or waiting to get inside. We lucked out and found a table as soon as we walked in the door, and took our time soaking up the delicious atmosphere and fantastisk company.

La Glace is definitely one of my favorite places so far in Copenhagen and today was another great memory to add to the list of life in Denmark.

Memories of Rhoni

2011-03-16T16:00:00.001+01:00

The purpose of this blog is to write about my life in Denmark. However, every once in a while something so important happens in your home country that it is all you can think about. That for me over the past couple of weeks has been about praying for justice and peace for my cousin Rhoni. I have no doubt that Rhoni has been at peace for the last 3.5 years, as that is just the sort of person she was, but I think her soul would rest a little bit easier knowing that her Mom and Dad and brothers can finally begin to heal.

Memories of her have come flooding back over these past couple of days and my first thought was to write them down in a paper journal, as I did before I moved to Denmark and began writing about my life online. Then I thought, how liberating it would be for others to have a chance to know her, how I knew her. Not as the victim or woman portrayed to be hopelessly in love with a local hero, but as a phenomenal, striking, amazingly beautiful personality of her own.

We were always family, but we became friends shortly after I moved to Chicago in 2001. She had lived there for nearly a decade before I moved to the city, and was many years older, but that didn't stop her from seeking me out and becoming like a big sister to me over the next 8 years. We would meet for brunch or lunch and keep up with each others lives via email throughout the years. We didn't have a regular meeting schedule, but always knew when it was time to see each other again. When we did meet, I was always blown away by her beauty. She radiated it inside and out. The sort of person that you stop and stare at when she walks into a room. People would literally ask me who she was, when we were out together. I'm not sure she ever knew that.

We shared stories of family. She told me I had my mother's eyes and I told her she reminded me of my sister Renee. She told me of her dreams to go into fashion while I was just beginning to figure out mine. The more we talked, the more we realized how similar we were. She was reading about the "Blood Type" diet at the same time I was. We both believed in the benefits of using natural products and eating organic foods. But the one thing that stays with me in our last conversations was our shared belief in a higher purpose, energy, or spiritual realm. A way of living your life where you focused on the good and brought those positive things into your life.

She was in a really good and happy place before she left us. That is the one comfort that I go back to again and again. I hope that good place stays with her in the next realm, and I pray her family can find it again after enough time goes by on earth.

Concert at Christiania

2011-03-14T22:08:00.000+01:00

I was lucky enough to have been recently invited to a concert in Christiania, a "freetown" in the middle of Copenhagen with a hippie vibe, featuring an Afro beat band called "Who Are You People." It was one of those nights where everyone smiled at you and the mood was completely chill.

It could be said that the location of the concert, or the mood of the music, or whatever was floating in the air that night, might have had something to do with the 'relaxed' vibe everyone was feeling, but it could also have been one of those nights where people were just a little bit kinder to one another, or a combination of all of the above.

Either way, it was a breath of fresh air and for a second I thought I was back in Madison, Wisconsin attending the "Berkley of the Midwest", dancing to Paul Cebar and the Milwaukeeans at the Crystal Corner. Which, for those that have no clue what I am talking about, means I was surrounded by good people and good music and "life was good." It was nice to feel that familiarity again, if only for one night, in my new country of residence.

Fastelavnsboller

2011-03-08T21:05:00.000+01:00

I've lived in Denmark for 18 months now and this is the first time I have heard of Fastelavn. It's a carnival or special time of year when children (and adults) dress up in costumes and get candy and oranges by hitting a wooden barrel (similar to a piñata) with a black cat painted on the outside. In the old days a black cat actually used to be inside the barrel and was thought to ward off evil spirits.

Sounds a lot like Halloween in the States to me, except there is not a delightfully delicious pastry to go along with the event called a Fastelavnsboller. (Which is so Danish!) And one of the reasons I love living here. The bakeries and the pastries and wonderful customs that are still celebrated even though no one actually knows why at times.

Fastelavn also comes at the same time of year as Mardi Gras which is the big carnival in New Orleans, that is celebrated all over the States. In French it means Fat Tuesday which is the last day of feasting on rich foods and drink before fasting for Easter begins on Ash Wednesday.

Even though Denmark is not a religious country, it's comforting to know that similar traditions are an annual calendar event here as well.

Cabin Fever

2011-02-23T21:40:00.001+01:00

Right about now I would be booking and/or taking my Mexican vacation if I were gainfully employed and still living in the US. When you are from a part of the country like the Midwest that begins winter in October or November and ends in March or April you need to get that dose of Vitamin D in January or February to keep you going until Spring. So what does one do when the situation has changed from fully to partially employed (on the other side of the world) and I have my nose in the books the other half of the time? Book summer vacation!!

Alas, the picture of Nice, France where we will be spending my first few days of freedom once the Spring semester breaks for Summer vacation in June. Not to mention, our second wedding anniversary which is the icing on the cake, but the ice cream on the side, is the fact that I get to see a good friend I met in Danish class from the South of France, whom I adore.

Next trip for the summer will be with my parents to the Netherlands to trace the family heritage which will be monumental. Particularly since we will be driving through Germany and taking in the countryside along the way. I can hardly wait for July!

Last, but not least, my dear, dear friend Lori Ann will be visiting me in Copenhagen to end the summer on a sweet note. August simply can't get here soon enough!

En Rigtig Fest

2011-02-14T20:42:00.000+01:00

This past weekend my Svigerfar (or Father-in law) turned 60 and him and 40 of his closest friends got together for dinner, singing, and dancing.

This was my first 'rigtig' or real Danish birthday party where songs are written especially for the occasion and man of honor. There were three songs written in total and several speeches and laughs along with food and drinks galore.

My favorite part of the night however was when the lights turned low and all the couples got out on the dance floor. I felt like I was watching my parents back in the days when they first met and I realized that soon I would not be able to witness parties such as these as this is not the stuff of my generation.

Couple dancing, like I saw on Saturday must have died somewhere with the later generations. My parents are in their 70's and my husbands parents and friends are in their 50's and 60's but my oldest brothers and sisters who are in their 40's don't dance like this, and never have to my knowledge. That tells me that those born in 1960 and above dance to a different tune.

That's cool that the later generations march to the beat of their own drum and all, but sometimes you just want someone you can dance with.

Home Team in a Foreign Land

2011-02-14T18:24:00.000+01:00

This year I watched the Green Bay Packers win the Super Bowl with a movie theater filled with Danes. I knew American football had a following in Denmark, but I had never anticipated how large that following actually was.

Since the game started at midnight on this side of the pond, the evening began with a movie at 9pm. We watched the Oscar nominated film The Fighter about an American boxer from Massachusetts and then it was game time. With popcorn and Budweiser in hand, we settled in for 3-4 hours of my home land's national winter past-time.

The theater was 60% Packer fans, 40% Steeler fans by the sounds of the cheers and an exciting game from the start. Even though it was nearly 3am at half-time I was amazed at how awake I was, but coffee was still a nice and necessary treat. Soon it was over and at 5am I found myself riding the Metro home with other Super Bowl fans, ready to get some rest and get back on local time.

Oral Anxiousness

2011-01-31T18:22:00.002+01:00

This past month I experienced an entirely new exam technique while receiving my graduate education in Denmark. Oral exams. After each group project or written paper (which often registers as an exam for that class) you need to defend your chosen topic or technique to an instructor accompanied by a censor for approximately 20 minutes.

Only 5 minutes of that time is you talking and the rest of the time is for Q&A and receipt of your grade based on both the quality of your written paper and oral presentation. This is partly to make sure you have done a portion of the work yourself, and not given a free ride from the other group members. I also believe it is done to encourage discussion of issues which is common in the Danish work environment where everyone's opinion on an issue is considered before a decision is made.

However, it's purpose could also be to prepare graduates for presentations in the future or to be fair to those who are better talkers than writers. Either way, most Danes have had to do this since they were in the 8th grade, but for us North Americans, it is a strange and nerve wracking experience. Especially for people like me who prefer writing. (Shocking). I guess it's time to break out of the shell.

Panic at the thought of doing a thing is a challenge to do it. ~Henry S. Haskins

Top 10 Things I Miss about the US

2011-01-19T11:24:00.000+01:00

It's been one and a half weeks since we have been back from our trip to the States and I still can't shake the great feeling we had while there. So in order to get it out of my system, and live in the present, I am dedicating this blog to the good ol' US of A and in David Letterman style, I'll start with number 10.

10. The Golden Globes. They were on this past Sunday and I am still annoyed by the fact that I couldn't watch the red carpet events all day and enjoy an evening of TV and movie star studded bliss.

9. The TV shows. Modern Family, Housewives of Beverly Hills, True Blood, Glee, Mad Men, Boardwalk Empire, and the list goes on....SO many new shows I am missing out on. Thankfully, Denmark is influenced by US pop culture so we do get some of these shows, at some point.

8. Starbucks. Even though I have gotten used to the lovely creamy, Euro style lattes, you can't beat a $3.50 latte, any way you want it.

7. Options. I admit that ordering a cheeseburger from Five Guys in Chicago was a little overwhelming. Raw onions or grilled, seriously? But after revisiting one of my favorite stores (Whole Foods) I was in multiple option heaven as I slowly took in all the different types of healthy, organic and creative food selections one could possibly want.

6. Style selection. One thing I have noticed living in Denmark is a lot of the style is the same. At first it all felt unique to me, but the longer I am here, the more I am noticing people wearing similar styles. I know the same thing happens in the US, but my past trip reminded me of the variety of stores and selection to choose from to make your style stand out from the crowd.

5. Prices. Which brings us to cost. You can't do the above if it costs a fortune, so the fact that the prices are a lot more reasonable in the US means you can expand your wardrobe and are not only limited to stores within your price range.

4. Friendliness. Danes may be the happiest people on earth, but you would never know it in public. They keep to themselves and avoid eye contact, whereas I saw several people walking down the street in Chicago with a hint of a smile on their face, and even said hello. Perfect strangers! It felt so good.

3. The sun. Even though the Midwest is colder in temperature in the winter, the weather is more dry and the sun often shines with glorious blue sky. It has been gray everyday since I have been back and I dearly miss the sun. It does wonders for the mood!

2. Customer service. Walking into stores in the US is a downright pleasure. There was only one time within two weeks where the service was overwhelming and borderline annoying, but I would rather put up with it than not have it at all.

1. My family and friends. This goes without saying. My heart hurts when I think of the fact that I am missing my newest little nephew and godson change and grow everyday, not to mention be there for my sisters and best friends, but all I can say is thank goodness for Skype!

Sleepless in Vanløse

2011-01-10T04:46:00.000+01:00

We just arrived back from three glorious weeks in the US for the holidays to celebrate Christmas and New Years Eve with family and friends. Even though I barely slept on the plane, and managed to keep myself awake until 9pm Danish time,which was technically throughout the night and into the early after- noon the next day (US time), I woke around 3am in Denmark and couldn't go back to sleep.

I kept thinking about all the things I need to do to get back into the groove of life in Denmark (school projects, exams, work, gym) and how amazing our trip was to the US (10 relaxing days with family and 10 fun filled days with friends).

These are the times when dual country couples have the hardest time coping with the reality of their situation. You constantly have to say goodbye to one country in order to live life in another.

Emotions are high and you are reminded each and every trip what is most important (family and friends) but restricted by your commitments and responsibilities (work and school).

Our continuous goal and search for a happy ever after will end when we are no longer restricted to one country in order to spend time with the ones we love.

Foreigner is a Four Letter Word

2010-11-14T22:13:00.000+01:00

This past Saturday my fantastisk project group mates from CBS and I conducted a Focus Group for Foreign Professionals in Denmark which gave me an opportunity to see a lot of old friends and Danish language classmates. It allowed us to catch up on each others lives since we saw each other last which ranged anywhere from 9 months to a couple of weeks and also discuss the very important topic of integrating into Danish society.

It occurred to me while I was taking Danish lessons that the textbooks were written for us. People who had left their home countries where they were fairly successful and had a fruitful career, to come to Denmark and be forced to start all over or maybe even 'holde en pause' from their careers. Some people took it better than others, but what we could all agree on was the fact that we were all a little bit lost until we found each other in Danish class.

As it happens, our semester project at CBS requires us to find an existing problem and create a real world solution, so we have decided to tackle a topic that is personally close to my heart and one that I experienced first hand and saw a huge gaping opportunity for improvement in. The fact that I was able to see old friends again was an added bonus to the overall process. We all helped one another find our feet through that difficult time. The least I could do, is use this wonderful opportunity to help future foreigners.

For any foreigner in Denmark interested in helping us define these services, please answer our short survey.

Christmas beer is here!

2010-11-08T18:18:00.000+01:00

Every first Friday in November the country goes crazy for the release of Tuborg's Jul øl, otherwise known as Christmas beer and J-Day.

I heard about this tradition on one of my business trips to Denmark in 2007 and had a taste of the first brew on the night it was released last year while visiting my inlaws in Møn, but I have never experienced the event itself, while out and about in the city of Copenhagen.

All I can say is, now I understand the hype. First of all, beer trucks decorated with snow drive around the city with the brew, playing the Tuborg Christmas song, while friendly elves deliver beer and cheer at the neighborhood bodega. At some bodegas the beer is free for one hour and at others you might even get a little peep show. Yes, you read that correct.

Before the friendly elves arrived at our local watering hole, a topless Tuborg delivery girl made some little boys very happy with their first Christmas present of the year! God Jul!

Thank you for today

2010-11-05T09:04:00.000+01:00

One of the fun things about getting your Masters in English in a land where English isn't the first language, is the fact that cultural traditions and local sayings end up getting mixed in with the daily dialog.

One of those quaint little traditions is how the Danes say "Tak for i dag" after they have spent an entire day with you, or even a few hours which is the case when you take classes at Copen- hagen Business School. "Tak for i dag" (pronounced "tahk for ee day") is literally translated to "Thank you for today" and at the end of each class my professors close their session with those four words and it makes me smile every time.

Another fun experience is doing project work (a common method used in Danish university systems) with native Danes and finding yourself stuck mid conversation on a word that just doesn't translate. Luckily for us, humor always translates so we often find ourselves laughing over words that just sound funny when put in an English context. Words like "width wind" which is tail wind, or wind that is going your way while on a bike or in a plane, etc.

Another part of the experience that goes with taking classes in English when you live in another country is getting used to words being pronounced wrong. Sometimes it takes a few seconds to figure out what they are trying to say, but you catch on quickly. The only thing that you can do is hope that the bad pronunciation doesn't rub off on you or your fellow classmates.

Chances are high it won't as most of these people have been speaking English since they were in the 3rd grade, and have little to no accent. Something that may take a lifetime for me to accomplish with the Danish language.

Totally 80's

2010-10-31T10:09:00.000+01:00

Halloween isn't a holiday I celebrated regularly when I was in the USA. Dressing up as someone or something else wasn't really a thing I was excited about doing after the age of 10, but this year is different.

We found another couple that are into pop culture just as much as we are, so we have had a couple of themed parties. The first was Mad Men where we dressed up as the Draper's and the Sterling's and gave a nod to the classy, yet alcoholic time of the 60's and our latest themed party was a salute to the 80's and the time of Wallstreet. Gordon Gekko and Madonna never looked so good together!

Suspenders, leg warmers, crimped hair, and bad cocktails were all the rave. But the couple that topped the cake were our guests who had on authentic sweatshirts from the 80's. That beats the heck out of shopping at H&M, even if "what is old is new again" is the latest thing.

Harvesting the Grapes

2010-10-23T10:55:00.000+02:00

Ever since I began drinking wine I have wanted to learn more about the process of making it. After visiting Napa Valley in 2005 I wanted to go back and visit a vineyard when they harvested the grapes. That opportunity came my way five years later on the island of Møn, at a vineyard owned by my husband's family, in the country of Denmark. It was a fantastic experience, and one that I hope to repeat one day.

We began in a very traditional Danish way, by having coffee, spandauer (otherwise known as danishes) and schnapps. We began picking the grapes at the location of the first vines, on a pig farm. You read that right. The first vines were on a pig farm. The Danes love their pork!

The second set of vines were on family land, where Tobias and I had our wedding reception. By the time we made it there it was lunchtime, so we had a very traditional Danish lunch of smørrebrød (rye bread with vegetable and meat toppings), pølser (hot dogs or sausages) and beer.

After the second set of grapes were picked, it was time to stomp the grapes. The only grapes they stomp are the tiny little port wine grapes so I was able to partake in this time honored tradition made popular by Lucille Ball (and Pretty Woman) and happily check one of the things off my 'to do' list!

What up with Dutch?

2010-10-17T16:58:00.000+02:00

There is a common misconception between Denmark and Holland (otherwise known as the Netherlands) in America. I'm not sure why, but for some reason Danish is confused with Dutch.

If you were to tell anyone from those two respecting countries that they were mistaken for one another they would get a confused look and then they would strongly state that the languages sound nothing alike. According to Danes, Dutch is more guttural.

If you were to ask an American, they probably wouldn't be able to hear the difference and that's not to say they should. It's all about what you are used to. I wouldn't be able to hear a difference either had I not lived in Denmark and had gotten used to the language.

However, this isn't necessarily about the language. I think it is more about word play than anything else. People from Holland are Dutch, and people from Denmark are Danish. A "danish" is a type of pastry in the US, not necessarily a culture or language.

The countries aren't anywhere near each other on a map. Denmark (a little more north and further east) is a relatively small country somewhere in Scandinavia, whereas Amsterdam, is capital of the Netherlands and a popular destination for many in the US (between Germany and Belgium).

The Dutch are known for wooden shoes, van Gogh, tulips, windmills, canals and bikes. The Danish are known for LEGO, the little mermaid, daisies, windmills, canals and bikes. In fact, one of the canal neighborhoods in Copenhagen (Christianshavn) was built by a Dutch architect and inspired by Amsterdam, so if you were to break it down that way, you could easily see the similarities.

Either way, I hope this little blog entry clears the whole thing up and inspires you to politely correct the next person you hear call someone from Denmark, Dutch. I'm sure the Danes will thank me for that one later.

Mad About Mad Men

2010-10-03T22:12:00.000+02:00

My new favorite show on American television is Mad Men, brought to my attention early this summer by my good friend Beth.

It's a show about the advertising men of Madison Avenue in the 1960's and fantastically delivers all the old school glamour and intoxication of that time.

On top of being an entertaining show with witty one liners, I've always had a 'thing' for the 50's and 60's. There's just something about the history and style of that time that is so intriguing.

So after three seasons of the show, we decided to have a 1960's style dinner party to celebrate the final episode of season three.

Turns out, we're not the only ones. After a little searching, this sleepy little AMC series which premiered in the States in July 2007, has gotten quite the fan following, not to mention Emmy and Golden Globe acclaim.

Where have I been? Oh yeah...living in a foreign country.

However, it was fantastic. From the food, to the costumes, to the themed cocktails of that time, we had a fabulous time and did Roger & Jane and Don & Betty proud!

The Tribe

2010-09-19T21:52:00.000+02:00

I went to a very interesting seminar titled "The Danes...(are weird)." The turnout was fairly large which obviously meant the title of the event struck a cord for those of us expats living in Denmark. However, the most impressive part was the fact that the speaker was an anthropologist looking at the culture from a sociological perspective.

He used humor and humility to describe situations and experiences expats often have a hard time understanding from a historical and scientific point of view. He described the Danes as a tribe of people with a special language of their own that is very difficult to imitate and learn as an outsider.

The "weird" part about the people was that they trust one another more than any other culture. In fact, they almost treat each other like family. So when you're all one big family, you don't always use manners in the public sense of the word, which most of us outsiders have a hard time understanding.

However, since I have made an effort to learn their secret language, and think of them as all one giant tribe now, it has definitely helped me in situations where I would have been upset in the past. His final words were perhaps the most powerful: "You don't have to understand it or even like it, but you have to respect it."

Transients

2010-09-14T21:13:00.000+02:00

The wonderful part about living in another country and meeting like minded people in similar situations is there is an instant bond. You may not have hung in the same circles or even lived in the same city in your home country, but here it doesn't matter.

Other times the only thing you have in common is that you speak the same language, but when you are living in a foreign speaking country, that is truly music to your ears.

The sad part about meeting these people is they eventually return to their home countries or move onto their next adventure and it is uncertain when or where you might see each other again. It gives an entirely new meaning to enjoying the present.

That is the case for three wonderful ladies I met over the past year and had many good times and laughs with, so I'd like to dedicate this blog entry to them.

Thank you for making life in Denmark a little bit lighter (despite the lack of sun) Marie fra Frankrig, and Maren & Mandy from California! Copenhagen won't be the same without you.

Master Mind

2010-08-30T10:26:00.000+02:00

Today is the beginning of the next two years of my life in Denmark. The first lecture in Strategic Market Creation at Copenhagen Business School begins.

Most everyone that goes to university in Denmark graduates with a Masters degree, so this was a logical decision when it comes to career, coupled with the fact that I have been wanting to go back to school since I started working in the real world.

Intro week was last week and besides feeling really weird talking about my 'husband' while in college, I was impressed with the material we will be absorbing ourselves with over the next two years, and the classmates I will work with on a weekly basis.

Project work is a common method used in the Danish educational system which is very different from the independent study in most American universities so that will be different for me, but in a good way. It's very practical and realistic in terms of preparing you for the real world.

Another bonus is the fact that I have a 'husband' who enjoys learning more than anyone I know, which means he will be available to bounce questions or theories off of regularly. That's one competitive advantage I wouldn't have, had I gone back to school right after my Bachelors.

Seriously Missing Summer

2010-08-23T21:35:00.000+02:00

I moved to Denmark a year ago in May. When I arrived it was rainy and cold and I could not under-stand for the life of me how the women could wear sandals and pretend it was summer. June 09 wasn't much better, but we lucked out for our wedding with a little bit of sunshine. By the time we made it back from the States in August we enjoyed a few more weeks of warmth.

This year has been my first official, full summer in Denmark and I knew not to expect the humid highs of the Midwest, but I was anxiously anticipating the day I could actually wear a summer dress. Those days arrived sometime in July, and lasted pretty much exactly one month. It is late August and long gone are those summer dresses.

When you come from the Midwest you live for your summers. The season starts at the Memorial Day holiday (late May) and ends with Labor Day weekend (end of August). Sometimes we're even lucky enough to get a little Indian Summer in September, but either way you can pretty much count on at least three months of nice weather.

Those summer months get you through the long, hard winters. So when you reside in Denmark and live through one of the coldest winters on record in 25 years, you need a little more than one month of summer.

Sister Visit

2010-08-08T18:43:00.000+02:00

My baby sister took her very first flight EVER to come visit me in Denmark. If anyone knows Steph, that shouldn't surprise them. She's always been a daredevil and has never really been afraid of anything.

It has been an absolute pleasure to watch her absorb an entirely new culture, country, and language which she has wholeheartedly tried to speak. Especially when we were visiting my husband's family, who speak little English. She even made up a new word: "Velbetak." It's Velbekomme and Tak all rolled into one. Thanking and Welcoming someone all at the same time. Brilliant!

Any time friends or family visit, it gives you a chance to do all the touristy things you haven't tried yet, which I am very much looking forward to. Things like going to see the Crowned Jewels at Rosenborg Castle or taking a tour of Christiania to learn the history of how an abandoned military barracks could turn into an "Alternative City" based on communal living and freedom.

However, the best memories are those moments when you see your loved ones experiencing something for the very first time, like swimming in the ocean.

Viking Holiday

2010-07-23T14:48:00.000+02:00

For my thirty faux birthday, my husband and I in true Viking style, took to the sea for a weekend of leisure. We sailed to Oslo to check out Norwegian country.

This was especially fun for me as I was surrounded by my own little Norway in the Midwest as a child. I grew up next to a little town called Westby, where a lot of Norwegians settled. Names like Hansen and Petersen were very common to me in school which is probably one of the reasons I have felt right at home here in Scandinavia.

Sailing into Oslo I also realized why they must have felt right at home when they settled into the US. Wisconsin is a spitting image of Norway. For a second we felt like we were on the Mississippi River, not the Oslofjord Bay. Hills and valleys of green speckled with houses of yellow and red. It was beautiful, and actually made me a little homesick.

Change of Dress

2010-07-16T14:07:00.000+02:00

Summer has finally bestowed its lovely self upon Denmark and I am happily smiling while I sweat it out. AC is not the norm in this earth friendly country which means the buses and trains are stifling and sometimes it's hard to sleep at night, but who needs sleep when you have warm summer nights to enjoy!

I never thought I would get a chance to bust out my summer dresses, tank tops, and flip flops in this Scandinavian land, but the past month or so has been absolutely gorgeous and provided plenty of opportunities to soak up the rays.

One thing that is definitely different however is how strong the sun is. In the Midwest we only need to be wary between 12pm and 2pm. Here, I can sit out after 3pm and still get tan, or burnt.

Another thing that is different is how young everyone dresses. Leggings and stripes can be seen in all seasons, but my favorite is when I see modern and stylish women in their prime years of life not afraid to show a little leg. Now that's something to aspire to!

Back to School

2010-07-08T18:50:00.000+02:00

After a year of planning and waiting and insisting that I qualify - I have finally been accepted to a Masters Program at Copenhagen Business School. This was a close call and a battle almost lost because of the differences in my American education but I am happily toting my bags to summer school so I can 'officially' be accepted come Fall.

This means I have to take my nemesis of a class called Accounting and then the subject that is like breathing to me called Marketing. Why Marketing is a requirement completely baffles me, but I knew I was two tiny little nothing points short on the requirements in Accounting. So I am struggling through. Actually the subject matter isn't so bad, it's the time intensive problem solving that sucks the life out of you.

My professors are American, so I get a little taste of home during each lecture and while I still sometimes want to throw my Accounting book into the bin, I channel my good friend in the USA, the CPA, and try to understand the language of Accounting.

The Hats are Back

2010-06-27T20:54:00.000+02:00

It's that time of year again when Danish high school students walk around the city proudly wearing their graduation hats to signify to the rest of the world they are close to completing their education. Another reminder of that tradition is when groups of recent grads drive around the city in decorated trucks honking and screaming to the world that they are finished with school.

The first time I witnessed this unique Danish tradition last year I was shocked and confused as it goes against the quiet and introverted way Danes live their private lives, but I found myself smiling at the students wearing the hats this year and have even found the screaming and honking endearing. It sort of reminds me of homecoming parades back in the day, back in the US of A.

It's truly amazing what a year can do to your perspective! I am either becoming more Danish or less affected by the differences between our two countries.

One Year Wiser

2010-06-20T18:38:00.000+02:00

A year ago today my husband and I began the journey called marriage. Every new couple adjusts to this new status differently, but when you are a bi-country couple, the obstacles are automatically higher.

No matter where you live, one person is always outside of their normal surroundings or home country. Away from family, friends, condo, city and the job that you love. Without all of these things, it requires you to figure out the kind of person you are.

It requires a lot of patience, understanding, listening, and expectation checking. It forces you to be honest about the things that you really need in your life to make you happy, and to let go of the things that just aren't as important.

At the end of the day, or month, or year, I have come away from my experience in a foreign land and in a new relationship status, a little bit wiser. I have realized it is not what you have that defines you and makes you happy. It's who you have in your life.

Homecoming

2010-06-13T10:09:00.000+02:00

Last weekend we made the annual trip to Germany to stock up on beer, liquor, soda, and confections. That may sound strange, but as it turns out Danish products are cheaper in Germany than they are in Denmark. So the Danes go across the border to bring their goods back home.

Since Germany basically borders Denmark, and is just a 45 minute ferry ride away, it is a fairly normal procedure. What I witnessed was families with "ferry picnics" fueling up on food and drink before the marathon race in the border shop, which reminded me of a Costco or Sam's Club back in the US, where buying in bulk is the main attraction.

The same happens with the Swedes. They come to Denmark to load up on alcohol because it is cheaper in Denmark than in Sweden. However, the Danes go to Sweden for clothes for the same reason. Confusing yes, but all I know is this.

Wherever you live in the world, there is always something else, somewhere close where you can get a better deal. For the Wisconsinite, that's shopping for clothes in Minnesota and for the Chicagolander, that's buying Fireworks in Wisconsin. The only difference is you don't need a passport.

Royal Modernists

2010-06-05T10:21:00.000+02:00

Denmark may have the oldest monarchy in the world, but the successors to the throne are young, modern and vibrant.

The latest royal tourist attraction open to the public is the renovated apartment of the Crown Prince Frederik and Crown Princess Mary in the Amalienborg Castle located in downtown Copenhagen.

I took the time to be a tourist for a day and grabbed a sneak peak inside the lives of Royals. What I found was a traditional castle turned into a modern living space. The backdrop of the castles gold rimmed doors and crystal chandeliers were complimented by colorful wall paintings and murals selected by some of Denmark's finest artists.

My favorite room was called "The World Room" which had a contemporary, almost rock and roll feel to it with black walls and white outlines of continents and countries with personal touches and messages, only those close to the Royals may understand. Tasmania was clearly marked, as that is where the Crown Princess is from, and I have a sneaky suspicion the Crown Prince may be a fan of Soundgarden.

The space that took the cake however, was the stairway to additional floors. Amazing, almost indescribable circular lights emerged from the walls designed with criss cross lit tubing reflected by mirrors giving the space a warm glow. Complimenting the look was a silver constructed piece of art hanging on the ceiling several floors above made to look like waves.

I left feeling grateful I took the time to visit and inspired to keep working on my own little castle in the land where tradition and modern design collide.

Amazing Møn

2010-05-28T10:31:00.000+02:00

The fields are alive with the color yellow on the island of Møn. Raps or Rapeseed is in full bloom and it is a beautiful sight to see. Fields of yellow and green, with a blue sky backdrop. It almost doesn't look real but then again, this is the land of fairy tales and Hans Christian Andersen.

Every year on Pinse Sunday my husband's family gathers for breakfast in the woods at a place called called Fanefjord Skovpavilion and every year I am grateful to be a part of this brilliant tradition and fantastic family. Not to mention, given an excuse to visit the exquisite island they are from.

Just an hour and a half from the city, Møn is a world away from anything else I have ever seen. If I had to describe how it looks I would say Door County and Cape Cod combined. I am instantly at ease when we cross over the bridge. Similar to how I used to feel living and working in Chicago and escaping to Wisconsin for the weekend.

The common denominator in both scenarios is family, and I believe the Danish expression for the feeling that brings would be 'hyggeligt.'

Cykel Style

2010-05-24T18:35:00.000+02:00

The entire month of May has been dedicated to my daily commute to Danish class "på cykel" and it feels great. When the weather cooperates there is no better mode of personal transportation or way to see Copenhagen at its best.

It takes me the same amount of time to get into the center of the city from where we live by bike as it does by train, so unless I have an appointment or meeting after class I would much rather go by bike. You're saving the planet AND getting some exercise!

Of course your sense of personal style may suffer for the sake of the journey. I see many women on bikes with dresses and heels and I admire them. Unfortunately for me, I am not able to do a leisurely bike ride. Partly because my daily round trip is ten miles and secondly, because my brain still registers the bike as a form of exercise equipment.

My habitual race to make the green light, has just been transferred to another form of transportation. Not to mention the fact that all those spinning classes start to register in my brain and I cycle way harder than I need to, but I don't know any other way to do it. It's in my DNA. I come from a family of fast walkers. If you need to get somewhere, you put a little gas in your step, pedal to the metal, or in this case wind in your spokes!

Holiday Season

2010-05-13T16:21:00.000+02:00

Holiday season has arrived in Denmark and I'm not talking about Christmas and New Years. Easter kicks it off with a 4-5 day weekend and the rest of the public holidays follow suit.

It starts with Store Bededag or General Prayer Day the 4th Friday after Easter. A day that consolidates a bunch of holy days into one big (or store) day of reflection. Also known as a day when a lot of Danes get confirmed.

40 days after Easter there is Kristi Himmelfartsdag or Ascension Day, which typically turns into two days. I have to be honest, anything with 'fart' in the middle of the name is sort of hard to take seriously as a native English speaker.

The Spring holiday bonanza stops 7 weeks after Easter when the Danes celebrate Pinsedag or Whit Sunday, recognized on Monday. To sum up, there are approximately 6 public holidays between May 1st and June 5th, the last being Constitution Day in Denmark.

For a country that has proclaimed themselves as people to not be very religious, they sure have a lot of publicly recognized holidays that are based around church holidays. No judgment, just a reflection. How apropos!

Feels like Home

2010-05-08T16:48:00.000+02:00

Last night my American girlfriends, otherwise known as "the book club girls", and I had dinner at one of the best Mexican restaurants in Copenhagen, luckily enough just minutes from where I live.

The restaurant is called Que Pasa and it's located on a little side street in Vanløse, just blocks from where Van Morrison was inspired to write the song "Vanløse Stairway" about his Danish girlfriend back in the 80's.

The owner is from the US, grew up in Southern California, and was raised on Mexican food, just like one of our fellow book club members. Needless to say, the food was authentic, the service refreshingly American, and we found a new place to frequent whenever we get homesick.

The Beach Boys were playing on the radio, the food was delicious, and everywhere we turned we seemed to run into a another native American also living in Denmark. In fact, the woman who took this picture!

It was one of those nights when you wake up smiling the morning after. That's when you know it is starting to feel like home.

The Stare Down

2010-04-27T18:28:00.000+02:00

I went on and on about my fabulous new cykel in my last blog, and now that I've gotten the hang of it, I truly enjoy it. But because I'm an American and I refuse to ride it in the rain, I spend most of my days taking public transportation. That's just a fact of living in Denmark.

While on the train, or bus, or wherever, you begin to notice a lot of things. Human behavioral type things. One, is that no one says "Excuse me" when they get up, sit down, or push you around. Two, is that people stare. Especially if you don't fit the 'norm.'

I thought it was just me, but my husband has started to notice it as well. In the US, we're told as children that "Staring is rude" so naturally we don't do it. If someone stares at you for an odd amount of time, chances are A) they think you're attractive or B) they may have a few screws loose upstairs.

However, if it becomes uncomfortable, all you need to do is stare at them back and they will snap back into reality and look away. Not in Denmark! That human behavioral register doesn't exist here. I've tried it. All you get is a really uncomfortable stare down...and then more stares.

Easy Rider

2010-04-15T17:23:00.000+02:00

It's Spring and I decided that I will join the gangs of other bicyclers on the Copenhagen bike paths and start riding my brand spankin' new cykel to Danish class...hver dag!

First of all, just writing this sentence gave me butterflies in my stomach because the bikers here are no joke. They are serious, experienced, 'been riding their bike everyday' people since they were like 5 years old. (Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit, but still. A long time).

It's also been a long time since I've ridden a bike. Now, I would hop on one every now and then during vacations over the years but the last time I seriously used it for a mode of transportation was when I rode my ten-speed to the swimming pool during summer back in high school. Yep, that long ago.

So I'm easing into it. Got the bike, next up is the helmet. That was a promise to the husband and one I'll gladly oblige since my first spin around the lake in our neighborhood was a bit shaky. Almost wiped out trying to jump a curb when I realized I had turned into a bike path...going the wrong way. It was the exact same feeling you have when you turn down a one way street driving a car.

All I have to say is this. Whoever coined the phrase: "It's just like riding a bike" must have always ridden one. Or maybe after a 2nd and 3rd trip I'll get the hang of it and then the point is moot. After all, my helmet's just too cute to waste!

Beautiful Barcelona

2010-04-05T18:02:00.000+02:00

My husband and I just visited Barcelona and were overcome with how gorgeous it was. Architecturally, we knew Gaudi was going to be impressive, but we were not prepared for the everyday beauty of ordinary buildings. It makes the city feel like a walking museum.

One of the first things I noticed (besides the buildings) was that motor bikes are as common in Barcelona as bicycles are in Copenhagen. People smoke more, it's still allowed inside restaurants and bars, and the food is small but very fatty. Our modest Danish systems were shocked into vacation mode after the burst of flavors of our first tapas dinner.

There are two differences I noticed that were my favorites. One is that they eat really late. I prefer our 7pm Danish dinner time to the 10pm Spanish time to be honest, but what makes this one of my favorite things is the fact that 6 or 7pm is still considered "the afternoon" in Spain. Even the ATM's say: "Buenas Tardes!"

My favorite experience of all though was how warm the Spanish people were. They don't speak a lot of English but that doesn't necessarily matter to them. They will continue to talk to you in Spanish thinking that somehow you will magically understand them. What ends up happening is a lot of funny moments and shared laughter after "deer in the headlight" stares. Embarrassing at first, but endearing in the end.

Friends

2010-03-22T16:11:00.001+01:00

The longer I live in Denmark, the more I am fascinated by the affect the American TV show Friends has on the global population. Especially for those that want to learn how to speak English.

When I met my husband I thought it was cute that he knew all of the Friends shows by heart and referenced them frequently in real life situations, similar to the way me and my girls do with Sex and the City. However, the more people I meet in Copenhagen, the more I am told how Friends helped them learn English. More importantly, Friends made them WANT to learn English.

This takes the show to a whole new level. Not only are Monica, Rachel, Phoebe, Ross, Chandler, and Joey beloved because they made us in the US laugh at them and in turn ourselves, but they inspire non speakers to actually want to learn to speak their language. Now that's what I call a global phenomenon.

Where is the Love?

2010-03-12T18:32:00.001+01:00

Most of my Danish experiences over the past 10 months have been positive but one that simply continues to boggle my mind is the lack of public courtesy. For the most part I have found the Danes to be extremely kind people, but you would never know that when you are out in public with them.

I talked about this a little in my "Ode to the US of A" post in January, but it continues to be the most pressing question and noticed characteristic of Danish people amongst foreigners and/or the people I see everyday in Danish class. We are a class of approximately 15 people from all corners of the world so our different cultures are discussed on a regular basis.

Why can't the Danes just say "Excuse me" or "Undskyld"? ... is the question asked over and over again. The reason this is asked, is because you will rarely get an acknowledgement that anything ever happened if you get bumped on the street, metro, bus, wherever. You will simply get pushed out of the way with complete disregard.

One theory is that this change in public courtesy happened 50 years ago when the formal use of "you" or "De" was mostly removed from the Danish language which only left the informal "du." Public perspective changed and a flat hierarchy was incorporated. Everyone was equal and treated the same. Instead of treating everyone with respect, which is what happens in most cultures, the Danes decided to do the opposite.

My theory is based around the fact that "hygge" is such a big part of Danish daily lives, that things left unsaid in the name of "keeping it cozy" fester over time. Naturally, those emotions need to come out somehow. Unfortunately, the victims are perfect strangers. Or maybe I'm just over analyzing it. This, quite honestly wouldn't be the first time! After all, they call this Viking country for a reason.

The L is a 3 Letter Word

2010-03-01T18:27:00.000+01:00

My last visit to Chicago was more than just a cozy visit down memory lane, it was the first time I looked at the city through EU eyes. What struck me most was how OLD the beloved 'L' was. Now, I took the L almost everyday of my city life in Chicago, so I say this with the deepest sincerity.
For those that aren't familiar, the 'L' refers to the train or rapid transport system as it is defined by Wikipedia, that takes Chicagoans around the city by public transport. However, after riding Copenhagen's S trains and Metro, rapid it is not.

In worst possible conditions Copenhagen public transporters have to wait 20 minutes at the most. Normally an S train comes every 7-12 minutes and there are signs which tell you how long you have to wait. The Metro is even faster. In my new neighborhood where I have access to both, I have never waited more than 5 minutes for a train and can make it into the center of the city in less than 10.

To add insult to injury, the trains are also clean and quiet. There are garbage bags that people actually use to put their trash in. Conversation is kept to a minumum and there are also 'silent zones' to guarantee peace and quiet during your commute.

Chicago has a new Transit Authority president that was leading the charge of the much needed renovations before I left, but finding the funds for a society built on cars and gasoline may be his biggest challenge.

Human Nature

2010-02-23T17:47:00.000+01:00

More than just a magnificent Michael Jackson song, human nature versus nuture is an age old debate that really hit home after my last visit to the US to meet my 6 week old nephew.

This little man was born with personality, preferences, and physical traits of both parents. I clearly witnessed the fact that he liked to be held just a little bit longer after he wakes versus after he eats and likes to be bounced when he's tired, not to mention given attention when he's put down. He's a cuddler and attention seeker. One could say he also got that from his parents.

However, what really hit home hard was the fact that his nurturing was going to have to be cut short due to the shotty maternity benefits in the US and that infuriated me. In 6 short weeks he will be put in a daycare center where hopefully the care providers have enough time to take care of his needs, but most likely he will just have to adapt to their schedule and availability.

Right now he is at home in his safe little environment being nurtured and although there are arguments on either side for what is better for the social skills and discipline of the child, there is no argument in my mind that Denmark's policy that a child should be with his mother for the first 6 months of his life is the most humane one.

New Digs in DK

2010-02-02T11:02:00.000+01:00

The entire month of January was pretty much dedicated to preparing ourselves for the official move to our new home in Vanløse the weekend before February 1st. However, nothing could have prepared us for the blizzard like conditions on actual moving weekend.

The difference between a Danish move and an American move is in DK moves happen year round, whereas we typically move in the Spring, Summer, Fall in the Midwest when the weather is mild and favorable for such things. In Copenhagen, reasonably priced apartments for rent are as hard to come by as a cheap latte so when you find one you like, you take it right then and there.

We woke on January 30th to the biggest snow storm of the season yet. Møn, where Tobias' parents live, was hit the hardest. We knew the van we had lined up wasn't going to make the trip, but Tobias' Dad wasn't giving up just yet. He test drove the roads, decided they weren't "too slippery" and made the 2 hour trip to Copenhagen.

Four trips back and forth and a trailer rental later we were all packed into our new home thanks to the will and determination of Ib and Marianne Møller. It's only February and they deserve the "Parents of the Year" award.

Damp Dansk Virus

2010-01-26T16:14:00.000+01:00

This has been the coldest winter Denmark has had in 25 years. My husband jokes that I brought the cold with me being from the Midwest. Maybe so, but I certainly did not bring the nasty symptoms that come from living with the daily damp cold.

First let me start by saying it is January and I have been sick twice in the same month. That's never happened before. I caught your average cold on New Years Day that was over in about a week or two. Cold symptoms are the same wherever you are in the world. However, this second illness has thrown me for a loop. Knife cutting throat pains combined with stomach flu like symptoms.

I swore I had strep throat or some sort of bacterial infection but I saw the Doctor the same day I called and I was totally normal. No fever, strep or bacteria, it must have been a virus. After talking to my husband and a few other Danes, it sounds like these are normal winter weather symptoms. Apparently my American immune system wasn't prepared for the damp dansk virus.

Ode to the US of A

2010-01-17T15:39:00.000+01:00

In many ways I have a lot of respect for my new home. In fact, the majority of my posts have delighted in the differences of my new country, but there are simply some things the US does better and I miss them dearly during daily Danish life.

+ 1 USA: Customer Service. In the US there is the expression "The customer comes first" or "The customer is always right." This goes for any situation that puts you at the service of someone else and most people or places exceed your expectations. If not at first, with a little encouragement they will appease your request.

-1 DK: In Denmark the employee is first. There are no exceptions or special requests because of any inconvenience on your end. They play by the rules. In restaurants they leave you alone to enjoy your meal rather than checking to see if everything is alright. That is fine when you want to have a nice leisurely dinner, but not if you're on a schedule, or need more water.

+2 USA: Street Courtesy. In any town in America if someone runs into you on the street or bumps into you in a store there is usually an immediate reaction or response. An "I'm sorry" or "Excuse me." It wasn't intended, it was a mistake, the store/street is crowded, etc., etc.

-2 DK: In Denmark it's like a game of chicken on the street. The one who looks the most determined gets the right of way. There are no qualms about bumping into you. Sometimes I actually think they find joy in forcing their way through an impossible gap between you and the person next to you in a crowd. I miss manners.

+3 USA: Doggie Doo. In the US you rarely see piles of poo laying in the middle of the sidewalk without the owner immediately picking up after him or her. Some dog owners may leave it in the grass, but never in the middle of the sidewalk. It's either a known responsibility or there are signs reminding you it is your duty to pick up the doo.

-3 DK: Yep, you guessed it. In Denmark there are piles of poo laying in the sidewalk just waiting for pedestrians to step in and carry throughout the city and back into their homes. It's disgusting. I am now used to looking down at all times to dodge the doo.

Dear USA, may you always treat the customer first, instill manners, and pick up after your pets.

Cheaper by the Dozen

2010-01-09T17:52:00.001+01:00

On January 7, 2010 my baby sister had her first baby. Baby sister of course only refers to the order of things. She handled the labor like a pro and has an entirely new world opening up to her. One that she will teach me about when the time comes. Still, when it comes to Sarah I have always had older sister protective tendencies and the overwhelming need to take care and defend.

Now it's her turn to take care of someone else. Sawyer James Turben makes the 12th grandchild of Am and Jarda, 6th nephew, and 4th godson of mine. The feeling of a new baby in your arms is one of the best no matter how many you have and I can hardly wait to hold this little creation come February.

Throughout the pregnancy Sawyer had already taken on traits of his father. Mom was calm and mellow and happy throughout, just like baby. The little bean would respond to his Daddy's voice at night and kick like crazy when Mom had sweets. Time will tell how the little guy turns out but I can already see Sawyer and Jamie walking around the back yard feeding the birds. Buds since birth.

Hej Hej 2009, Hello 2010!

2010-01-04T14:08:00.000+01:00

2009 was a very good year. When I reflect on the year that was I feel grateful for the good fortune of my family and friends. Tobias and I were married and several close friends including my sister got pregnant. All were long awaited events, or unexpected surprises. History was also made. A new President in the US and the Timmerman's in Europe.

2010 has gotten off to a good start with a new address in Copenhagen. A home we can call "ours." We move into our new digs February 1st so the month of January will be busy planning and preparing and moving. Something I just finished doing with my entire US existence 6 months earlier.

Next on the Danish wish list is a job. Then daily life as I once knew it will begin anew. With different surroundings and a new professional experience in a foreign land and funny language.

Glædelig Jul

2009-12-31T13:13:00.000+01:00

My first Danish Christmas was one for the story books. In fact, it felt like a holiday fairytale read as a little girl or an old movie seen during the holidays in black and white. All the traditions, customs, and rituals of the Danish folk seem to be caught somewhere back in time for this American expat. It holds a special place in Danish hearts and has definitely made an impression on mine.

We began with mass on Christmas Eve that was held in a church built in the 1200's. It was humbling sitting in a church with such history. I couldn't stop staring at all the paintings, pictures, and artifacts and wondering whether someone else was sitting in my same spot 700 years ago.

Then it was time for Christmas dinner with duck, brown potatoes, white potatoes with brown sauce, french potatoes and red cabbage with fruit. This meal is what every Dane across Denmark is having at approximately the same time. The closest thing I can compare the ritual to is the Thanksgiving feast in the US. Several hours later came the dessert, Risalamande, which was of course my favorite.

Next up, lighting the Christmas tree candles, putting presents under the tree, and dancing and singing around the tree and throughout the house in preparation for the gifts you are about to receive. I didn't know the words, but it didn't matter. I hummed along and got lost in the moment. There was something so cozy about the ritual that you couldn't help but laugh and smile and feel grateful.

Gratitude might be something we talk about at Thanksgiving in America, but in Denmark at Christmastime it is an unspoken feeling.

Give Peace a Chance

2009-12-11T15:20:00.001+01:00

On December 10th the President of the United States accepted the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize for his extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples. This award has been subject of major debate and criticism in the US but for the most part has been regarded positively in Europe. People love Obama on this side of the pond (as seen by random graffiti on Copenhagen train tracks above). I find this disconnect rather interesting.

What does that say about us as Americans when other cultures can see the influence and potential our President has for our future as a global community? We seem to be a nation divided between which side we are on, internally. What we fail to see is that this award, and our President represents an idea, or possibility. That we have the ability to hope and inspire for more. Better relations between nations. A more peaceful coexistence.

The fact that as an American I am no longer afraid to travel internationally and feel safe announcing I am from the US brings me a huge sigh of relief. As an American citizen now living abroad, this is particularly important. Seeing the US from a different perspective (not being swallowed up inside it) has been a rather eye opening experience and one that I hope to take with me throughout the years no matter where I live.

Hopenhagen

2009-12-09T21:48:00.000+01:00

It's been longer than I had hoped since my last post and that is one part vacation and two parts school and work. Over the past month my Danish has expanded, I have visited with my family and friends back in the States, and we have come home to a newly branded Copenhagen because of the UN Climate Conference being held here in December. Hopenhagen.

For me that one word means so many things. A hope for a better tomorrow. Hope for employment, not just for me but for everyone looking. Hope that the environment finally receives the global awareness it deserves. Hope that Copenhagen becomes the home I know it can be for me.

Come Jan 1 I hope I am able to adapt to my new schedule and routine with open arms and let the busy body inside me relax and relish this time to recharge my batteries. Maybe go back to school to get my Masters, really delve into my Danish studies, and take the time to find a new career, not just a job.

Most of all, I hope I have patience. Afterall, mother nature has been patiently waiting for us to wake up for years. I can give it a few more months!

Taler du dansk?

2009-11-16T21:40:00.000+01:00

One week, 15 hours, and 5 homework hours into Danish lessons makes me 5 months and 20 days closer to speaking fluently to my father in law one day. That's the running joke in the family anyway. That in 6 months I'll be fluent in Danish. It's part sarcasm based on the fact that Danish is one of the hardest languages you can possibly learn, and part hope that I will finally be able to speak to my Danish family sooner rather than later.

My class has 17 members from various parts of the world. There are 3 Americans, 2 Chinese, 2 Lithuanians, 1 Parisian, 1 Hungarian, 1 Brazilian, 1 Mexican, 1 Canadian, 1 Russian, 1 Indian, 1 Senegalan, 1 Dominican Republican, and 1 Polak (or Pole) if you'd rather have the English translation. We're as various as our countries, but the one thing that we all have in common is that we found ourselves in Denmark for one reason or another and want (or have to) learn to speak the language while living here.

In one week I am pretty amazed at how much we have learned. We can introduce ourselves, say where we come from, tell how many languages we speak, and return the questions to one another. We can also count to one hundred and tell time. Lastly, we have begun to learn how to formulate sentences and conjugate verbs and nouns. Our vocabulary is limited (we still haven't learned the days of the week or months or seasons like language class in college would begin) but we are able to get through everyday situations and courtesies which is the whole point.

Living in Denmark is not just about being with the one I love. It's about loving the life I live. I can only do that by integrating myself fully and embracing the language wholeheartedly along with its people and customs. It also means swallowing my pride even though sticking my tongue out of the mouth when talking just doesn't feel right.

Dusk at Dawn

2009-10-29T08:34:00.000+01:00

As I read all the gloriously happy Facebook posts from friends out enjoying the beautiful Fall weather back in the States, I am beginning to realize the biggest difference between the Midwest and Western Europe. The lack of sun. There are no golden leaves glistening on the trees here.

I knew this going in, and also experienced it when traveling, but living with it is quite different. You literally wake up to the same amount of light that you will have all day. It feels like dusk at dawn, and never really gets any lighter than that. It is constantly overcast and frequently rains. Even sitting by a window, you will want to turn on lights in the afternoon.

I am beginning to understand why normal working hours are shorter in Denmark. People start to commute home around 4pm, maybe even 3pm (or should I say 16:00 or 15:00). What I thought was pretty fantastic during the summer months, I now see as a necessity in the middle of Fall.

It gives people a chance to enjoy some of the day before it turns pitch black. Maybe even hit one of the self service sun booths that are everywhere in the city to boost the mood. What they lack in natural light, they make up for in artificial access. Sun beds are even at the gym. I am learning a little more everyday just what makes them so happy. Good infrastructure.

Men in Tights

2009-10-08T09:29:00.000+02:00

Copenhagen is a city of fitness. It is apparent everywhere. From the thousands of bicyclists riding right along with traffic to the hundreds of parents pushing their babies in buggies on the sidewalks. However, the one activity that sticks out above the rest for me is running.

Not because it is the most frequent, but because it has the most noticeable outfit. The running suit. As an avid runner myself I pay special attention to fellow runners and I'm used to seeing them in all shapes and sizes and outfits. Not the case in Denmark.

For one, most runners are typically one size. Thin and athletic. Two, they all suit up in matching jacket and pants, or running tights. Yes, I said tights. Spandex looking, muscle hugging, shiny material dons the legs of Dames and Dudes!

Just the other day I saw two men warming up together at a stoplight jogging in place waiting for the light to turn green and I couldn't stop staring and smiling as the next blog immediately popped into my head. Men in tights. You don't have to go to the ballet to see them in action in Copenhagen!

Hot Dog in the City

2009-10-03T12:07:00.000+02:00

One of the first things I noticed on the streets of Copenhagen was the fact that hot dog stands are everywhere. Strange looking, skinny red, long narrow curved pieces of meat grace the front, back, and sides of hot dog stands and seem to be the universal sign for food on buses.

These aren't the mystery meat dogs you find in American grocery stores either. They are 100% pork and you can have them almost anyway you want them. Two common ways are the Danish way, with fried onions, raw onions, pickels, sweet ketchup, and remoulade or the French way with your choice of sauce squeezed into an enclosed "hot dog in a blanket" bun.

It is the American sandwich version of lunch on the run or the Danish version of fast food drive throughs. At first I was skeptical, and couldn't help but poke fun, but then I had one. Complete with my can of Carlsberg from 7 Eleven it was "Probably one of the best ways to start the weekend."

My Kind of Town

2009-10-02T12:01:00.000+02:00

Chicago, Oprah, and the Obama's have been all over the news this week in Copenhagen during the 121st IOC Session for the 2016 Olympics. It has been a fantastic experience as an American and former Chicagoan to witness the excitement of the Danes because of their presence in the country's capital. I have never felt more proud of where I come from, or missed home more.

The hype started when The First Lady landed on Wednesday to support the Chicago bid for 2016 host city, alongside Mayor Daley. It continued when Oprah was seen in the streets and in Danish homes filming a show about why the Danes are "The Happiest People on Earth." Her primary objective was to be here to support the bid, but leave it to "the talk show queen" as she has been called in Demark, to make a show out of it as well.

The tipping point for all the hype happened this morning when Danish TV cameras were aimed at the sky from 6am on waiting for President Obama's arrival. He landed on Danish soil nearly two hours later and the cameras and the rest of Denmark witnessed his every move during his short, but influential five hour visit. It was an amazing spectacle to experience. Denmark loves him too!

While Barack kept the media busy, Michelle stole the show during the 50 minute presentation on Chicago. She tugged on the heart strings of everyone watching by mentioning how the Olympic games would be held not far from where she grew up and how her father would be so proud to see what his city has become. Her grace and conviction was so overwhelming that when The President took the podium it took a minute to focus on the man of the hour. Obama told us how he moved around a lot as a boy but chose to plant roots in Chicago. He believes the city of big shoulders has the strength and diversity to bring people together and make the world proud.

In the end it was South America's turn to dazzle the world with the Olympics in Rio de Janeiro. A day later and an IOC Olympic bid short, Obama and Chicago are still in the Danish news. Whether it's because those words jump out at me as an American or whether they are the only words I understand is hard to tell. One thing is for certain. Chicago was the crowd favorite in Copenhagen.

Becoming Dane

2009-09-24T16:50:00.000+02:00

Not quite as romantic as a Jane Austin novel, but equally enlightening is the experience of becoming a Danish resident. There is tons of bad press associated with the immigration process no matter where you live and the same applies in Denmark, so I was eager to experience it first hand. After the wedding on June 20, we wasted little time. Family left the following Wednesday and we were in the immigration office by Friday. I applied on June 26th and received notice of my residency on September 4th. A two month wait, one of which included us being out of the country, is not too bad compared to the stories we have been told. Six months being the shortest wait in the US.

After the celebratory residency letter was received it was time to get the corresponding sticker including picture in my passport that acknowledges me as a resident of Denmark. Ten minutes after arriving at the immigration office, I was waiting for my information to be processed, and 20 minutes later my passport was back in hand to total 30 minutes to make my documentation official. Next I needed to receive my CPR (central person registry) number, or the Danish version of the Social Security Number. This is the key to the country. With this number I am able to open a bank account, use the health care system, and be treated just like any other Danish citizen. We ended up being the only people in the office needing assistance on that particular day. We forgot our marriage license, but luckily had a very nice Dane who was able to process my application anyway. Less than an hour later I had my number, a doctor picked out, and we were on our way home.

Finally, came my integration meeting with the city to schedule my Danish classes and sign a contract that helps me reach the goal of becoming a permanent resident of Denmark one day. During this very enlightening hour and a half I discovered I had the same rights and benefits as every other Danish citizen, including getting my Masters for free AND getting paid by the government while in school. I could feel Tobias' pride in his country during that moment and felt very grateful to be able to have this opportunity. Going back to school has been something I have been wanting to do for many years, but never thought I'd have the chance because it was simply unaffordable in the US. Or rather, after years of working myself out of it, I didn't want to go back into college debt again.

So overall, the process of becoming a Dane took me two months and three hours. I'm not sure whether it's because I'm an American, or that I look Danish, but the immigration process in Denmark was pretty painless. I dare to say, an unexpected pleasant experience. Now if only learning the language could be that simple!

I See Bicycles

2009-09-15T11:39:00.000+02:00

Denmark is a country structured with some basic principles that are visible in everything they do. Health, environmental consciousness and fitness. I've already addressed health by describing the food experience in my last couple of blogs. Fruit is everywhere, and fresh food is often more affordable than packaged goods. All a part of their master plan to avoid obesity in their beautiful country. When I mention beautiful, I'm not just talking about the landscape.

Environmental consciousness is visible in grocery stores where it is expected of the consumer to bring their own bag for groceries. We are just beginning to embrace this habit in the US, but one thing that I'm not sure will ever fly is the fact that you have to pay for plastic bags in stores if you forget to bring your own bag. I will never forget my first Scandinavian grocery store shopping experience when I stood looking at all the items I just bought on the conveyor belt totally confused why the person behind the counter moved onto the next customer without blinking an eye. Quite opposite from the US where they are eager to double and sometimes triple bag your groceries for you.

However, the biggest environmental conscious piece of infrastructure they have put into place is a direct result of the green tax put on cars. All to encourage what no doubt has a dual purpose, bicycling as a popular means of transportation, and to keep their people fit. Bicycle paths have been built into the highway system, alongside the car lanes, and before the sidewalk begins. Often elevated or protected by a curb, making a cycler feel safe, encouraging their right of way. Which is the case in Denmark. Bicyclists have the right of way here, not pedestrians.

It takes some time, but you learn to look for bikers before you step out onto the sidewalk, cross the street, step off the bus, pretty much do anything outside. At first I was annoyed, but now I am just amazed. I have seen men in full suits riding their bikes to work with baby seats on the back, ladies in dresses and skirts (with leggings and scarves of course) balancing their laptops on their backs, and a cell phone in their hands, while maneuvering their way through traffic lights and fellow bikers.

Come wind or rain or shine they are visible in the thousands day after day regardless of the elements. Whether their bikes are lined up alongside buildings, bus stops, train stations, or sidewalks. It doesn't matter. Here there are even parking garages for bikes like there are for cars!! It never ceases to amaze me and keeps street life interesting.

This is the city I live in. Food is fresh, health is encouraged, and they are leading in environmental consciousness. Not a bad rest stop along the bike path of life.

Men Who Cook

2009-08-20T15:40:00.001+02:00

I've been to four dinner parties over the last few weeks and the theme I can't help but take note of is three out of the four meals were made by men. The ladies set the table, had some wine, caught up on each others lives, and the men were in the kitchen preparing the feast. This is definitely something I can get used to.

Men cooking is so common in Scandinavia it's almost not even worth noting to the average Dane. This isn't the typical American male making meat on the grill sort of "cooking" either. These are men that like to experiment in the kitchen, take pride in making a meal, and actually prefer to do the cooking. Not only for the family, but with their guy friends as well. Getting together with a group of guys and planning and preparing a meal is something you would never see in the US. Order pizza, yes. Prepare a three course meal together, no.

If you've been keeping up with me, you know that cooking has never been a strong talent or overwhelming desire that I possess. That's not to say I don't enjoy a nice meal, or appreciate the skill involved. I consider myself and my girls back home "foodies." Our favorite past-time includes checking out the latest and greatest restaurant and rating them on food quality, service, ambiance, and/or whether or not we would go back. Our very own "Check Please!" if you will.

However, my life and therefore past-time has taken on a different turn. I now live in one of the most expensive cities in the world, which means going out to eat is a rarity versus regular activity. Inviting people over for dinner is more common than making reservations at the hottest place in town. In my new circle of friends anyway. So I can't help but make the same restaurant rating observations and what I have come to conclude is: "Why pay extra when you can make better food at home?"

I am now hearing a gasp around the globe and I totally get it. Believe me, I myself, had a hard time writing that last sentence. I'm pretty sure every child has grown up hearing that a time or two, but I am now seeing the truth behind the words I have rolled my eyes over a thousand times in my youth. At least in my adult life in Denmark. The quality of the food here is incredible and provides a good base. Mix that with some actual talent, which men and women learn in school. Combined with warm and friendly service, which isn't always common in restaurants in Denmark. Topped with a cozy or 'hyggeligt' atmosphere and I leave thinking: "I can't wait to do that again next time!"

Fantastisk Food

2009-08-10T11:12:00.000+02:00

As if the fashion wasn't enough nutrition to keep me coming back out to the streets for more, it should be noted the food in Denmark is divine, and deserves it's very own blog. For those who know me well, you know I have never been a Julia Child in the kitchen, and actually border on the lines of Carrie Bradshaw, using my stove for storage. However, I have turned over a new leaf in Denmark! (Literally).

I have never tasted such fresh food, happily free from chemicals and preservatives that we all pay the price for at Whole Foods in the US. The food quality found in Danish grocery stores remind me of the selection we have to wait until the weekend to get at a local Farmer's Market in the US. Healthy food options are as much a part of the Danish culture, as bicycles are as a means for transportation. Fresh produce is available to buy from farmers alongside highways in the countryside, and fresh fruit is available at work as a snack, in all the kiosks and 7 elevens, and is typically the cheapest food you can buy. Whereas in the US chips and candy and soda or in other words; sugar is always on sale.

After my last trip back from the US I decided to go on a detox and get all the chemically induced foods out of my system and start fresh with natural Danish nutrition as an experiment to see how I would feel afterwards. It's week 3 and my body is free from caffeine, alcohol, chocolate, dairy, wheat and sugar (for the most part) and I've never felt better. My skin and nails are noticeably healthier as well. Now, it hasn't been an easy process, it's forced me to cook, but it's also taught me to be creative in the kitchen, which as it turns out, is sort of fun. (Don't tell Tobias!)

Our first true "detox" recipe included stuffed peppers with brown rice and all sorts of vegetables and spices that got me excited for future dish potential, but when I realized the herbs didn't come by the batch readily wrapped in a plastic bag or already encased in portable plastic, but an actual plant that you had to buy, I had to take a picture! Our stuffed peppers turned out phenom, and our herb plants have now taken a permanent residence on our kitchen ledge, where I will continue to try to keep them alive while plucking at their leaves when needed.

After I thought about it, and laughing a little as well, I decided it made sense. It was the same price I have paid time and again for a small batch, parted from her mother plant, to only die 5 days later, and cheaper when you factored in how much more use you got out of the herb you just bought. Brilliant! Not only that, it was once again, very environmentally conscious. A theme that is alive and well in Denmark on a daily basis. More on that one later!

Danish Design

2009-08-10T10:33:00.000+02:00

Last week was fashion week in CPH and it was fun to be in a city known for its design and feel the excitement on the streets as the models strut their stuff on a giant screen in Rådhuspladsen, the city hall square in the center of the city.

I couldn't help but notice the ladies stepped it up a notch on the sidewalk in regards to what they wore on an everyday basis. The 80's is alive and well in CPH just like it is in Chicago and any major city in the US, but the theme that is different here and hasn't quite made it across the pond is the big flowy, romantic shirts that seem to be on every Danish girl in sight.

From what I've been able to gather the tunic trend started right around the time skinny jeans and leggings came back and could have been Fall/Winter 2006 in Europe. It's not a sloppy look as the shirt seen on a rack would suggest, but rather angelic when worn. I've come to conclude it represents the overall laid back attitude of Danish people in general. Their look can best be described as finely dressed with a relaxed style. The clothes are high quality and effortlessly comfortable at the same time.

I think part of their style also comes from the way they feel. We all have a certain style that's our own, partially determined on a daily basis by our mood and what the weather looks like outside. Danish people have been known (and rated twice) to be the happiest people in the world. Part of that comes from having very little to worry about financially and keeping expectations in check. They flow through their days with little concerns, and it shows.

Makes my well advised "What Not To Wear" close fitting tops and tailored jackets seem sadly outdated and restricted in an odd way. Not to fear, I've managed to add a few flowy tops into my collection while trying to be smart about the selection, wondering when the trend will end - but everything in the stores so far indicate they're alive and well, for another season at least. Maybe the carefree attitude will rub off one of these days too.

We Are Family

2009-08-05T22:28:00.001+02:00

Madison, WI - July 18, 2009. My thirty "faux" birthday and our wedding celebration in the United States. Not quite as sunny as June 20, but it was fantastiskly filled with family and friends.

As it goes with couples with two countries, you need to pay your respects to both. And happily so! My family had never traveled internationally until they came to Denmark for the wedding and the experience was "wonderful." For all of us! One for the memory books that we will laugh and talk about for years.

Then it was my Danish family's turn to come to the US and travel internationally for the very first time as well. They marveled at our portion sizes and tall buildings. Were impressed by our customer service and clean streets. A lot of firsts have happened on this entire experience, and Tobias and I embarking on the journey called marriage is just one of them. What has come out of all of the adventures so far is one great big happy family, and many future trips to look forward to!

This experience has also shown me that small towns and close families are pretty much the same all around the world. I come from a family of six girls and two boys, and just inherited the island of Møn! While Tobias' family welcomes me with open arms I continue to be amazed how two people from totally different worlds can have similar past experiences and share the same future goals. All cultural differences aside, what took us so long? I read a quote recently that sums it up. "It's luck and openness and timing and where you're sitting."

At Last

2009-06-23T15:13:00.000+02:00

June 20, 2009 was a beautiful day to get married. It was sunny and the temperature surpassed 70. Two things that made me very, very happy!! Not to mention the man I married. He; or rather "we" are the reason I am in Denmark.

The morning of the wedding day went smooth as silk, with just a few rain showers that had cleared up by the time we left the house - perfect! We were even ahead of schedule. When does that happen? We followed Tanja and Mikkel down the bridal path so everyone would be present before the ceremony began. At the last minute, I see Lene running to make it. Lene is Tobias' former boss, and the reason we are together today. She had to be there! I stopped, laughed, gave her a hug, and a few minutes to get settled.

Mathilde began and was perfect. She had been preparing and took her job of flower girl very seriously! She walked very slowly, pausing after each step like a pro. She gave the crowd a knowing smile, focused her eyes on Tobias for the rest of the journey, and received a big hug at the end.

Sarah was next and had been my rock all morning. She is the reason things went so smooth. Helping me with my hair, the dress, the veil, the flowers. Looking stunning all the while.

And then it was my turn. Moon River wasn't playing, but I wasn't about to keep everyone waiting for our song as they had waited long enough, so I begin. In the middle of my walk down the aisle or 'dirt path' the song changes to ABBA. Take a Chance on Me....and all I can hear are the lyrics. "If you change your mind..."

Seriously. Is this some sort of joke? What's a girl to do? Laugh, twirl my flowers in the air, and keep on going...

June 20, 2009 was a beautiful day to get married, but the journey is what I am really looking forward to. "Two drifters off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see."

Sandals in the Rain

2009-06-10T11:45:00.000+02:00

It's summer in Denmark. Wait, there it just went.

I think I was spoiled shortly after my first week in; after the daze of the newness passed. We had three or four gloriously sunny and warm, practically HOT days where having the windows open (no screens, another difference) was not enough. Having two individual down comforters (no sheets, another difference) was too warm.

Those days were over before I knew it and then I really started paying attention to the weather. Waiting...willing the warmth to come back. The temperature dropped radically and all of a sudden that summer dress I had worn, and sandals I was planning to wear would have to wait for another day, or week, or...who knows how long.

So the weather I am now living with on a daily basis is wet. Maybe damp is a better word because it rains in short spurts and then the sun breaks and it dries up. One thing is for certain. It's cold. Cold for June at least. Correction, the June I am used to in Chicago. I can barely bring myself to wear flats, let alone sandals, and I see women wearing them everywhere! In 50 degree weather. Never mind the wind and rain.

It sort of reminds me of April in Chicago when you're brave enough to wear open toed heels out at night because you know the drinks you consume will make you forget about the cold soon enough. But there are no drinks to be had on Strøget!

Toughen up Heather. I'm sure my thin blood will thicken and before you know it I'll be wearing them too. Preferably, when the 70 degree (Fahrenheit) weather returns!

hlt

Red and White and Proud

2009-06-09T19:46:00.000+02:00

Flag poles and their accommodating Danish flags are EVERYWHERE!! The Danes are very proud of their small country. Flags go on the buses when it's a national holiday, the Crowned Prince's birthday, and even double as shirts when the Danes play the Swedes apparently!

Even though a feeling of pride is everywhere, being humble is a virtue that is taught in DK. Take the country's pride and joy of beers' slogan for example: Carlsberg. "Probably the Best Beer in the World." This virtue can best be summed up by something called "Jante Law" or Janteloven which is described below, thanks to Wikipedia.

Jante Law is a concept created by author Aksel Sandemose where he writes about the small Danish town Jante in his novel "A Fugitive Crosses his Tracks." Jante is very typical of all small towns where nobody is anonymous. There are ten different rules in the law/town, but they are all variations on a single theme: Don't think you're anyone special or that you're better than us.

In the book, those who do not follow this unwritten 'law' are regarded with suspicion and hostility, as it goes against the communal desire to preserve social stability and uniformity.

The ten rules are:
Don't think that you are special.
Don't think that you are of the same standing as us.
Don't think that you are smarter than us.
Don't fancy yourself as being better than us.
Don't think that you know more than us.
Don't think that you are more important than us.
Don't think that you are good at anything.
Don't laugh at us.
Don't think that anyone of us cares about you.
Don't think that you can teach us anything.

Harsh.

Given the above and in general, it's not a surprise that people follow the rules in DK. Especially when it comes to traffic. No jay walking allowed! Even if there are no cars for miles around, you wait until the light turns green to go.

Danish design is apparent everywhere. I've noticed it especially in homes. Where we in the US would spend $15 on stack of Crate and Barrel coasters, the Danes choose to spend $25 on one coaster...if it's Danish design. I know this for a fact. We have two coasters.

Men cook...A LOT. It's very common for a group of guys to get together at someones house and cook a meal together. Bromance or budget consciousness? I guess in the end it all sort of makes sense. Copenhagen is the second most expensive city in the world and going out is expensive. So if you're going to spend most of your time at home, cooking for your fellow man, it's best to do it with style!

No selection of black teas can be found in your local grocery stores apart from Earl Grey. An odd difference to notice I'll admit, but coming from a big black tea fan, this is highly disappointing. Conversely, single selection of beer and liquor is available almost anywhere. Wait, are those antioxidants I don't know about?

It's extremley difficult for foreigners to buy anything in Denmark using anything other than cash. The Danes have a chip system put on all bank cards that they use everywhere. When you present a credit card to use they get perplexed at the counter and often times don't know how to switch the transaction to credit from debit. It's very frustrating and actually stops money from coming into the country if you ask me! On second thought, maybe that's a good thing. It's stopped me from buying many things I perhaps would have otherwise.

For more info on Danish culture, this is a handy little link that is pretty spot on:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Danish_culture

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First Week In

2009-05-31T21:23:00.000+02:00

It's the first week in and I had to take the time to jot down a few differences/things I've noticed before they become the norm. We, as humans, are very adaptable so it won't take long before Danish customs become ordinary and American customs become something I talk about. So this is for my family and friends at home, and for my own memory years down the road:

At home:
- I had my first IKEA Scandinavia experience last night and got most of the essentials I need to make room for my stuff and make Tobias' place feel like mine as well and his. Still getting used to the whole 'ours' thing! I have to say it is exactly as you see in America, and now I know where the whole 'bringing your own shopping bag' thing began. It is normal to bring your own shopping bags everywhere you go in Scandinavia and the fact that IKEA has them at your ready to use before you shop made me realize that people are just now starting to use the concept in their daily lives in the US. Interesting!
- My hair and skin seem to like DK. In general, it is much more wet here, so my skin and hair are drinking up the extra moisture!

At the office:
- Every Friday around Denmark, people at work have breakfast together at 9am. A person in the office is designated each week to bring in the breakfast bread and bakers all over Denmark make extra on Fridays.
- The Danes truly are happy people. Every few minutes in the office someone is laughing about something. Irony or sarcasm is used in almost every conversation.
- Every Friday the day ends early. Officially at 4pm, but many leave earlier (or enjoy a drink at the office) beginning at 3pm.
- Everyone has a coffee cup of their own that they use. (They even made one for me with my name on it!) Coffee machines are everywhere. It's rare to go out for coffee, and a special treat if you do.
- People wash up after themselves. The kitchen is impeccibly clean compared to office kitchens I've experienced in the US!
- The food is a lot healthier. No pizza, burgers, and fries at your finger tips in the office cafeteria. Lots of salads and breads and meats. Even in convenience stores, there are tons of fresh fruit options.

In general:
- If you are not nice to them, it is normal. I had my first grocery store experience on my own on Monday and didn't say one word while I was in there. Ignored them, didn't smile (like I would have in the US). You get in, get out, get what you need, don't worry about being rude. It was actually sort of refreshing!
- Public transportation is clean and quiet. HUGE difference from America where someone is always on their phone.
- The weather is in the 60's and has been sunny for the most part. Only rained once or twice and only for an hour or so at a time. Be sure to bring warmer clothes than you would expect to wear in the US at this time. Summers are not the same here. There is a chill in the air.

Love and miss you all and can't wait to see you soon!!

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