More than a Pastry :: Personal Narrative Essays

Danish is More than a Pastry   Okay...this is i of the saddest things. I just spent 45 minutes typing this telecommunicate and then the stupid mail system broke down and it was baffled when I sent it Aaaghh...the horror...   The telecommunicate was about my crazy, crazy day yesterday. What an happen But what happened, exactly? Well, Ill start from the rattling beginning   Here goes   I woke up to a beautiful day. Took my time preparing breakfast and enjoyed my good loving cup (well, cups) of coffee, as well as a bowl of oatmeal with earnings and raisins sprinkled on top, soaked 3/4s with milk. Delicious I checked my email and started psyching myself up for the bike ride into Copenhagen. When 1030 rolled around, I got my stuff together and headed out.   I began my long, arduous journey from Roskilde to Copenhagen officially at 1045. Rested from last nights good sleep, I could push myself and defend it t here in about an hour and a half. I was in no hurry though...my first obligation for the afternoon was meeting Carolina concerning our initial offering (initial public offering) project due next week. And my first class wasnt until 330. So I had plenty of time   I was spinning clean well...staying in second gear mostly. Yeah, that is NOT a typo...second gear. It must be noted that this bike HAS only 3 gears. Its my host-moms bike...3 gears, purple frame, and you pedal rearward to brake. Oh, and when its dark out I use what you call a dynamo. I push it down until it touches the front wheels rim, start pedaling, and it creates electricity so the lightsome turns on So smart   (I just consulted with my host-brother, Michael, and have decided to cook my bike Lille Lilla which is Little Purple in Danish. Thats a nice name)   Right, impale to the story...so Lilla and I are heading steadily east and Im thinking Gosh This is amazing Im in Denmark...biking.....into school How cool is that? Im in Europe and its gorgeous here S ometimes I just get this overwhelming happy facial expression its almost unreal Im here.   Im about halfway to Copenhagen and I cross an intersection. When I cross, a car honks. Now, its rare that cars honk in Denmark. You know, the Danes ARE very civilized people...and its not necessarily honking at me, of course.