1. The Danish language sounds like you took a vinyl record of someone speaking English and then you very slowly started spinning it backward with your hand. It's similar to a dream where you are listening to people speak English but you don't understand what they are saying. Kind of like the Sims.
2. The stop lights here have a really really awesome system. We should adopt it immediately. Instead of the normal:
Green - Yellow - Red - Green
their lights go:
Green - Yellow - Red - Red and Yellow - Green
You get a warning for when your light is about to change back to green. SO SIMPLE! SO BRILLIANT! That way, Grandpa Joe in the Oldsmobile has a 2 second warning letting him know that it's game time and he needs to start moving his decrepit body from the brake to the gas. This also goes for "Sally" Wu in the Honda. Write your congressman.
3. There is a little pathway between the stone sidewalks and the roads. I thought these were part of the sidewalks themselves. Then I realized they were bike lanes for the bazillion bikes here. And then yesterday I was using the bike path to get around some old ladies walking on the sidewalk and had this discovery- that's also where the motorcycles ride. Good to know. Almost lost a limb in the process as a motorcycle came whizzing by from behind me, narrowly avoiding a very painful and very embarrassing collision. Trial and error folks; it's the only way I learn.
4. Final observation: people can pick Americans out of the crowd from a mile away. At night. Drunk. Blind. I still haven't figured out what it is, but even if I wear the most neutral of outfits (jeans, flats and a sweater) I will still stick out like a sore thumb. The student "mentor" who picked me up at off the bus my first day said even without the suitcase and prior knowledge he would have known I was American before I said a word. I asked him how and he just shrugged and goes "I just do. You just look it." Alright Eske, I'm not really sure how to take that.
Hey, keep a record of all these thoughts and comments. I can write a book called "Shit My Smart-Smart Ass Daughter Says". I could make a killing while helping mankind with the gift or sarcasm and laughter. Oh, maybe we can do domestic and international books?
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