Days 94-95 April 4-5

Easter Morning – Meghan and I were up ridiculously early. I think I woke up at 6:45 AM. Why? Because the Polish guys had invited us to an international Easter breakfast! We were to bring a traditional food, and the only thing traditional I could think of was eggs – so I brought my eggs, undyed, and dye, only to be saddened to discover it was not just an American tradition, but also at least in parts of Eastern Europe. No worries – I learned from them that you can dye an egg in pretty much anything – coffee, onion, carrot…and they turn out really cool!

There was so much food at the breakfast – why I ever thought differently, I do not know. Once again, our fabulous Polish cooks outdid themselves, plus we had bread and other goodies from Julia (Switzerland) and Claudia (Austria), pancakes from Daria (Russia), and though I did not eat the food since we had to leave, food from Italy as well. It was definitely the most filling (and most delicious) Easter breakfast.








He is risen!


Already stuffed? But look at how much is left!


Meghan and I left at noon to try out the International Methodist Church. It turns out it is actually an International/African Methodist Church, with a much heavier focus on the latter. The service was an experience! I’ve been to an African American service in Arizona so I knew a little of what to expect, but thinking it would just be a regular Methodist service but in English, it was quite the surprise. The service was two hours long (and the church was freezing), and the bad part was that they’re so friendly they like to overly recognize visitors. First we stood up, the usual, but later we were asked to go up to the altar to be prayed over. It’s a nice idea, but I hate being the center of attention in any circumstance. Communion was also slightly different…from First Church, I knew the routine of going up, kneeling, taking communion, and being prayed over, but they actually had mini-goblets which the pastor filled with the grape juice – so you eat the bread, and then drink the juice separately (And I’ve seen that before, too, of course, but never in these fancy goblets!). I had to watch the others to figure out what was going on, and I think poor Meghan was following after me – not the best person to turn to at the moment :) Lots of singing, of course! I love their energy, how they get up and dance and wave their arms around, how they’re always smiling. As an added bonus, they sang Lord, I Lift Your Name on High – my absolute favorite (well, tied with Lord of the Dance). Surprisingly with the upbeat of all the other songs, they sang it slower than I was used to, but I haven’t sung it in so long it certainly made my Easter morning.

It had been raining all morning, but after the service it was slightly less drizzly, so we walked to Amalienborg and Nyhavn, seeing the rest of the “major” sites of Copenhagen. Then, we spent the rest of the night getting to know my new flatmate, Tamar from London, while watching Two Weeks Notice.

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Before Meghan left, we visited the Assistens Cemetery, which Andrea and I had gone to. It’s even more springy now, and we even saw the first squirrel of the season! We stopped on the way back for another pastry, as the pastries were staring at us from their window. I am constantly amazed by the flakiness of their pastries. And am now currently craving one.


Spring is on its way


This man, whoever he is, liked languages

Goodbyes I shall not dwell on, though I now will not see Meghan again until September. It was great seeing her at all, and it was a fantastic weekend. And, as if to make sure I couldn’t get too sad, there was a brand new, first-episode-of-the-season-after-a-very-very-long-wait, Doctor Who episode waiting for me. Verdict? The new Doctor will not be the demise of the series and is fact delightfully brilliant.