In the morning, we had our Danish oral exam. It wasn’t so bad, because at least the teachers can understand us if no one else can (it’s a curious fact that even if you only mispronounce a word by the tiniest bit, no one can understand you – or at least they claim not to – it would be like someone saying “Are those greps on the vine?” as opposed to “grapes”, but yet we would understand, and the Danish would not).
The seagulls' favorite place to hang out near my campus.
Modern buildings on the walk from the Metro to class.
KUA, the Faculty of Humanities campus.
After the exam, we invited Inger to have coffee with us. Nothing fancy, we just went to the kantine, but it was nice. She brought a photo of her family from Christmas :). She also invited us to her farm sometime, which is really exciting and so very nice of her.
And then, to celebrate the fact that we were done (or perhaps, mourn that we would no longer have class together) and that we had all passed, we had a pancake party. That would be European-style pancakes, not American – it’s like a mix between a crepe and a pancake. Just flour, eggs, and milk, and voilá, you have yourself a pancake. Put some Nutella, strawberries, and bananas on it, and you have yourself a taste of euphoria.
It’s strange to think that three weeks have already past, and that I will no longer be seeing these people five (well, really more like six or seven) days a week. Of course, we’re continuing our weekly dinners, and we will probably plan more outings together, but the first phase of this adventure is already over. And that is insane.
I discovered that I am not so bad at flipping pancakes as I thought I was.
Deliciousness.
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