Summer has come and life has gotten busy. You know how it goes. Over the recent months I have visited the Danish island of Fyn, went to a 40th birthday party in Jutland where almost no one spoke English, tromped around ruins, trespassed in an abandoned factory and managed to not get thrown off the back of an Italian racing bike. Not to mention the start of Danish classes, the typical summer Friday bars and other agency booze-ups and the general time demands of a career in advertising.
In short, I've been a tad busy.
Things I have noticed in this time:
The Danes do not seem to have any clams. Mussels, yes. Lobster, yes. Clams, no.
(Of course, this means that I have been having clam cravings something fierce.)
The closer you get to the sea in Denmark, the less seafood you seem to be able to order.
No matter how insistent people are about speaking Danish to you and how intensely you try to listen, you are not going to understand them.
You are never too old to get a chuckle out of a sign that says "fart kontrol"
French ice cream is way better than Danish ice cream.
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