But... Maybe we do that later. Now is time for coffee break.

For some reason, I feel like I’ve been really busy this past week. During the week, I seriously do absolutely nothing in my free time. Though I don’t have so much free time to begin with. I usually get home from Foulum close to 7pm, and by then I’m too tired to do much of anything. Then I go to bed around 10pm. I feel so old going to sleep so early! On the weekends, if it’s nice, I’ll walk around Viborg, or ride my bike around the country side. It’s really so pretty around here. There are so many things that I really do want to do, but I really don’t seem myself doing them on my own, like visiting other towns in Denmark. I really want to see Copenhagen, go there for the weekend, but going alone would just suck. As for things closer to where I live, I hear there’s this gorgeous lake about 10 km or so away from Viborg. Once the weather starts getting nicer, I’m hopefully going to venture out over in that direction.

Since I’ve been here, my whole morning life has been flipped on its head. Usually, I wake up whenever I feel ready to wake up, whether it’s 8am or 11am. Not any more! Now I’m up at 6am or 5am if we’re sampling on that day. I drag myself out of bed so I can hop on my bike and ride my ass to Foulum. It takes about an hour at my groggy pace. Whatever happened to just lying around in the morning? Either way, when I get to Foulum I’m the dead walking. There’s something wonderful that happens during the work day, twice a day actually. It’s called a coffee break. And boy do I love it. In the past, I was never the type who needed coffee to function. Sure, I’d love hitting up the Starbucks and getting myself a way too expensive frap, but I never really needed it to get going. I remember my first week here, back when I really wasn’t doing anything but floating around. It would get around 9:30am and people would usher me to the break room, where we all sat around and drank coffee. It was plain old black coffee and I thought it was just awful. One day, I was working with Adam, one of the people in my group, and we forgot about our afternoon coffee break. Long story short, Birgit was very concerned, and now she reminds me every day. Now when I get in at about 8, I’m barely functional until I get my coffee break, and you know, that plain black coffee is starting to taste pretty delicious. I think I need a bigger mug.

I’ve definitely found some new views on a few things while I’ve been here in Denmark. In response to eating, for the most part, it’s a bit of a hassle. I really hate cooking for myself. I know it’s a good thing that I’m learning to do it all on my own, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy it. Dragging myself out to the grocery store is never a fun experience. Some days, I don’t even know what I’m buying, but I buy it anyways because the packaging looks nice. I’m a sucker for advertising, I think. With travel, oh man, all I want is my car. This also ties back to the whole grocery shopping order. Whenever I’m hiking out to the shop and schlepping along these heavy bags, all I can think of is how nice it would be to throw everything into my SUV and drive home. Or drive myself to work when it’s pouring outside. Or drive myself anywhere for that matter! For some reason, I have no trust in buses or trains, so I’m skeptical… My daily schedule has really become something that is very organized and punctual. Every day I can’t help but to laugh at myself, because I do the same thing just about every day at the exact same time when I’m at home. This is one of the reasons I’m so glad to stay at Foulum for however long the need me, even if it’s past 6pm; because I’ve got nothing better to do at home. Never thought I would like staying long hours at work! In terms of communication, it’s pretty difficult at first. It’s draining, for both parties, to have to constantly explain yourself or try to find a translation for a word. It’s getting a lot easier though, as I get to know the people I work with. I can usually fill in the blanks for them if they can’t think of a word to explain something. I know I’m never going to be able to understand Danish, but at least I can understand the people.

I think the questions are just fine. They keep me on track, where as without them, I would probably ramble on about random things.