Sensation

The Danes don't celebrate Halloween like we do at home. Being abroad you quickly realize that the rest of the world does not revolve around America and our (sometimes ridiculous) penchant for celebrating everything possible with candy and costumes. Barring the tragic lack of Reese's Pieces and pumpkins in my life, however, I really don't have too much complaining to do on this Halloweekend.

Just because the Danes don't know how to trick-or-treat doesn't mean that they don't know how to celebrate. Black and orange were replaced this year by bigger and whiter things in my life, namely Sensation White. Sensation is an all white rave/house/dance event that travels throughout Europe and attracts 40,000 Copenhagen-ers each year. My friends and I bought our tickets in August and after two months of waiting were absolutely not disappointed. Along with fratty Americans and blast-from-the-past friends from all over we dipped our faces in glitter and danced to dubstep until we forgot what silence sounds like. One lost voice and one missing shoe later and we are all alive on yet another rainy, gray Sunday in Amager. Hooray!



In other news, I somehow managed to pass my Danish oral midterm on Friday without too much trouble. I had a grand back-up plan to just answer every question with flotskum (whipped cream) or nej tak (no thank you) but luckily (or unfortunately?) I didn't have to implement this plan B. Now I'm off to pack for our two week travel break during which I'm headed to Rome, Florence, Venice, and London with two friends. To everyone in New England buried in snow before November has even begun, I hope this all makes you smile and not want to build an igloo to slowly perish in. I know, my.life.is.tough.

Amsterd♥m

I just got back from THE FIRST REAL TRIP I'VE EVER PLANNED ALONE - a wonderful weekend in Amsterdam with two good friends. Note to mom and dad: thank you for planning vacations for the past two decades of my life. I can now fully appreciate the hard work that it takes just getting three people through the airport and onto a flight never mind the whole navigating a new city/finding restaurants/doing touristy things part.

Luckily our trip went smoothly and we all made it home in one piece. We stayed in Durty Nelly's hostel (we only book the classiest) which was located above an Irish Pub in the heart of the Red Light District. Somehow we managed to make it there at eleven on Friday night and soon discovered that - barring the whole prostitutes-next-door situation - we were in a great location for exploring the city. I don't think I've ever packed so much walking and sight-seeing into forty eight hours but here is a lazy attempt to recount some of the things we did and saw:

-Waterlooplein Flea Market
-Bloemenmarkt floating flower market
-Relaxing in Vondelpark
-The Bulldog - Amsterdam's first and most famous "coffeeshop"
-Van Gogh Museum
-"I Amsterdam" sign
-Consuming absurd amounts of Gouda cheese 
-Bakeries, cafes, outdoor food markets, and more bakeries
-Shopping in the "nine streets" district
-Carnival in Dam Square
-Lots of good people watching

Canals

Gouda, Flowers, and Fruit

Alter-ego-ing

Overall it was an amazing, if not tiring, weekend and I think Amsterdam now tops my list as my favorite city I've visited so far. Next up: Rome, Florence, Venice, and London. The two-week countdown starts today!

Lazy Sundays

Ok so it isn't Sunday (or in fact even close to being Sunday) but right now all I can think about is how much I wish this most glorious day of the week would roll around. Though Copenhagen basically shuts down on Sundays, this time has provided some of the best opportunities for wandering and adventuring around the city. Last weekend a few friends and I headed to Nørrebro, a neighborhood north of the city center, in search of a flea market we had heard about. Alas, we never found said flea market but the day wound up being wonderful regardless. We stumbled upon some cool coffee shops and art galleries, walked around Assistens Cemetery, and gawked at many a dipster (aka Danish hipster).

The prettiest cemetery I ever did see (and burial place of Søren Kierkegaard and Hans Christian Andersen)

Trendy Danes drinking even trendier beverages

AND KATY PERRY!!! 

(Just kidding - but the uncanny resemblance was too great not to document)

Madrid!

Last Saturday I left my humble abode in Copenhagen to venture to the sunny Spanish capital of Madrid with my positive psychology class for our week-long study tour. Unfortunately my trip didn't quite start as planned. Staying out until five am the night before, almost missing my flight after falling asleep watching an episode of Gossip Girl, and getting halfway to the airport before realizing I had forgotten my passport were not exactly what I had in mind. But fear not - I made the plane and managed to catch up on some sleep despite Iberia Airlines' miniature seats and soundtrack of Spanish elevator music.

Our class of 32 stayed in a hotel in the city and got around either on the metro or by bus. The academic component of our itinerary was pretty underwhelming but the trip overall was full of amazing sightseeing, cultural activities, and food. Each of these things was made infinitely more interesting by our tour leaders - two 30-something year old teachers whose ambiguous sexual orientations and obvious desire to re-live their college years provided constant entertainment. I should probably be more concerned that I spent last night dancing and singing karaoke at a seven floor discoteca with my teachers but I guess that isn't weird here...(?)

One of my favorite parts of the trip was getting to see a bullfight at the Plaza de Toros. In addition to being an important historical and cultural tradition in Spanish culture, bullfighting is beginning to be done away with in many parts of Spain so this was likely my first and last opportunity to see one.

 

 

Other highlights of the week for me were walking around the Retiro Gardens, seeing Picasso's Guernica at The Reina Sofia Museum and Goya's Black Paintings at The Prado Museum, wine and tapas tasting, and a Flamenco dancing workshop with a sweaty, mullet-sporting, high-heel wearing Spaniard named Pepe.

 The Retiro Gardens and Crystal Palace

Wine Tasting and Tapas

 

Pepe - I wasn't lying...