Give me a woman who loves beer and I will conquer the world.
My apologies for not posting for an eternity and a half, things have been a bit crazy here!
Our first review was this past week for architecture, so of course I spent long hours in studio. However, I am extraordinarily proud of the work I turned out (for once), and my reviews went well! In celebration of finishing round one, our professor took us to to Skovshoved (an adorable former fishing village on the coast) to take part in a communal dinner with the local community. We gave presentations to the locals on vernacular architecture and discussed possible ways to implement a traditional fish smokery in hopes of bringing more tourists to the area. After that, we were somehow roped into a political panel on how to keep young international talent in Denmark. Odd, yet flattering.
Most importantly, though: I went to Oktoberfest!
I have no idea what I’m doing, and that’s kind of how I love it.
Welcome back to my little nook of insanity!
I’ve just returned from spending three days in Western Denmark, and I am once again ill. I feel like this country is made of smallpox blankets (or I just have a pathetic immune system, which is much more likely).
If Copenhagen were a person, that person would be generous, beautiful, elderly, but with a flair. A human being that has certain propensities for quarrelling, filled with imagination and with appetite for the new and with respect for the old – somebody who takes good care of things and of people.
This week, I’ve learned that posting once a week is nowhere near enough to detail life here (but does that mean I’m going to post more? Probably not.)
We have nothing to lose and a world to see.
Today, I embark on the grand adventure of trying to remember my 10th address in 4 years. Wish me luck.
I love making fun of the Baby Boomers as much as anyone, but I do have to admit– they have us beat. They had affordable college, a living wage, and staggeringly low home prices.
Most importantly, they had Woodstock.