| June 27, 2003 - I just feel so Nordic |
| Dear Friends, here I am in beautiful Copenhagen, having taken a weekend break to get away from my heavy schedule of learning Swedish and general Scandinavosity. Copenhagen is kind of wild and I'm updating my website while having a bit of the hair of the dog that bit me last night in all my wildness and fantabulosity. Earlier, while coming to this bar (which has free Internet service by the way), I cut through a park where all the people were sunbathing. But the amazing thing was that the women were all sunbathing topless! Isn't that just so liberal and Nordic? The last time I saw that many boobies was when I visited a petting zoo and saw a nursing sow! Anyway, I know you're all dying to hear about my time in Reykjavik, so without delay, I'll start. I arrived in Iceland and contacted my Icelandic teacher, whom I'll call Krimhilda. She invited me to a party and said that it was for someone who had just completed his M.A. So I said I would love to go to the party with her since we were having dinner together and could just head out from there. So before dinner I was sitting in a little bar (natch') and in walked this guy I knew from two years ago who taught advanced Icelandic. I'll call him Gudjon. Anyway, I spoke to him and after a while he remembered who I was. I told him that I was going to have dinner with Krimhilda and that then we were going to a party she had invited me to. Gudjon said, "That's my party you're coming to!" Isn't Reykjavik just so microcosmic? So I went to this party with Krimhilda and found that I knew several of the people there! Krimhilda introduced me to her elementary school teacher who said that I absolutely had to come around to see her the next time I'm in Iceland (which will be in three weeks). Now, of course, being the descendants of Vikings, these people had provided mucho boozo galoro. I finally left the party at 1:30 a.m. and went back to my hotel. Then I had to get up at 3:30 to get ready to catch my flight to Sweeeeeeden! Boy, was I tired, but you know JOHNNYLEEN; always a trooper! And it made me feel positively Nordic! So my first day in Sweden I was looking at the bulletin board to find out which class I had been placed in. Last year I was in Beginning Swedish, so of course I looked at the listings for Intermediate. I couldn't find my name anywhere so I thought to myself, "Oh no! I flunked that bloody placement test and they've stuck me back in Beginning Swedish!" So I looked at the Beginning listings and still couldn't find my name. Now the listings also have pictures of the people by them, but I couldn't find mine in Beginning or Intermediate. So I decided they had just left me out accidentally. But then I glanced a bit sideways and saw that I had been placed in Advanced Swedish! Can you believe that, Dear Readers? I felt even more fantabulous and Nordic! So I think All Things Nordic will be my next endeavor, because I'm always trying to improve myself and increase my fantabulosity. And I think Scandinavians are just oozing with fantabulosity, don't you? Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |