first days

So, where should I start.

Probably just saying how faithful is God to

me through this whole thing. He's been just asking me I think to pray for this nation.

So my flight was amazing, they let me on the airplane with the biggest carry on anyone have ever seen, but they didn't say anything.

I got to Copenhagen (københavn) and too

k the train for like 10 minutes where, a girl

(who I found on cou

ch surfing)

was waiting for me. She is italian and the boyfriend is danish, so they let me stay one night with them.

When we first met, I was asking her what is she doing today, so she said she is going downtown to the gay festival, and so

if I join her she can show me around the city and that she doesn't want me to sit in her apartment

anyways, so I should just go.

We put my stuff down and jumped our bikes, to hit downtown. The festival was huge. Probably like a few thousand people were walking with the festival through the streets of Copenhagen. It was quite said to see families taking their kids all dressed up to the event.

Basically everyone was drunk around me, but it was only like 3pm, and all the streets were covered of empty bottles. That's when Roberta said "i

s never too early to drink in denmark"

Then she said there is this cool place called christiania witch is like a hippie town, where people live in small communities, have their own stores, post of

fice, school and pre-school. I couldn't take pictures because there were signs everywhere that you shouldn't because eventually a few meters from the entrance there were

tables set up sailing hash and marihuana. Was really shocking thing to see this openly.

She said the government knows about it, they just think is eas

ier if its at only one place, then they know where they are doing it instead of being all spread out in the city. So ya that was interesting.

For dinner she took me to this "mexican" restaurant. My enchiladas had nothing to do with mexican tastes, but it was ok:)

I will go back to Copenhagen for a 10 days long school trip in october..

Next day I had to go to the train station to catch the train to Vejen, witch is like 20 minutes drive from the town where I live.

The school is really nice, all they do is feed us with delicious food, and make us drink coffee. My main subject is danish language and culture, but I'm taking graphic design, painting and drawing classes as well.

The first week was full of fun games, ice brakers. It's a littl

e hard because the danish folks talk to each other in danish and sometimes they don't even notice that you are there maybe, not getting what they are talking about.

But now after a week i started to get a few words and kinda understand what they are talking about.

There are a lot more stories to tell, so more is coming.