Remember that time I gave you permission to shout at me until I updated my blog frequently? Come on, you slackers! Okay... so I *might* be the one who is a slacker. I promise I have a semi-legitimate excuse for my lack of updates. I know you are going to find this VERY hard to believe, but it is actually SPRING(ish) in Copenhagen. Now, compared to the freeze-your-eyeballs (and, I am told, other balls) off weather of my first few weeks, just about anything feels warm. Really though, it has been absolutely beautiful here for the last two weeks. The other day I walked around without a coat! That's right, sans parka. I even enjoyed it! Today, I was able to whip-out the SPRING jacket. It's only about 50 or so, but it is so much lighter than when I first arrived. The sun is usually up when I am getting up now, and it didn't set until almost 6:30 today! Big progress. I absolutely can't wait until it is even warmer and brighter. By the time la familia arrives, I am determined to bust out the sandals!
Because the weather has been so great, I have spent a lot of time exploring around the city doing touristy things. I am pretty sure I told myself I would do all of these things my very week here, but they were quickly tossed into the "do this shit when it is not so jeffin' cold" pile. The time has come. Last Saturday, I walked up to the top of the Round Tower. It was totally stunning.. but *very* windy. I managed to conquer my childhood fear of heights atop CSM's pamper pole, but I was still prreeeeetty darn terrified that I was going to be blown off of the top of this thing. Pictures? Your wish is my command!
This one is not of the Round Tower, trees with sweaters are just the cutest.
Saturday was wonderful, but Sunday was the real gem. Why? Well, after reaching the very end of my 35-pair supply of underwear, I am happy to report that I, Elizabeth Jane Huberlie (yup, that's my middle name... don't question it) successfully did my laundry. I can almost hear the sound of my parents applauding from across the ocean. For those of you who aren't aware, I probably hate laundry more than I hate jello, mayonnaise, and dentists COMBINED. So, this was no small accomplishment. Still not impressed? Allow me to explain the laundry process here at the ever-luxurious Tasingegade (my apartment complex). First off, the laundry is located in a basement that is only accessible by elevator (probably safe, right?) This wouldn't be *that* annoying, if all of the elevators in my building went to said basement. They do not. Nope, only ONE of the elevators has the button to bring you to the basement. So, when you press the button to call an elevator, you simply have to cross your fingers that the magic-basement-button elevator comes. There is only a 1/4 chance, there. Anyhow, after getting down to the secret basement, I discovered that the washing machines were made for elves. Because I chose to wait 35 days to do laundry, I obviously had four normal size human loads to do. In troll land, that turned into about twelve loads. You're right, Tasingegade, I *do* want to spend my entire day changing laundry. In stark contrast, the dryers are made for GIANTS. I could literally have a (really dangerous) slumber party with me and six of my closest friends inside it. I could have put ALL of my loads in it to dry at once. Y yer washers and dryers no match, Denmark?! All well. Next, I discovered were all in Danish. Obviously I went with the "click randomly until this shit works" method. Fortunately, about 10 hours later, I ended up with un-shunken, not-totally good smelling but not totally bad smelling reasonably clean laundry. Mission accomplished.
I realize that these last few posts have been a bit dull. I think at this point, Ali and my mom are probably the only two bothering to read about my riveting laundry adventures. I promise, in the next week, I will have some real adventures to share. Sunday, I leave on my long study tour (with my school) in Edinburgh, Scotland! The next weekend, I will be in Berlin, Germany! :) A few weeks later, I go to Prague to see Miss Jennifer Taylor (my childhood best friend). Then, just a few days later, the family comes! Time is FLYING!
Love you all and miss you (and Chipotle, and Panera, and my puppies and my bubble bath, and the UofR Libraries) SOOO much.
143,
Lizard
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