Sad to say that I am down to my final two months in Copenhagen! My time here has flown by so quickly
that I honestly can't even believe that I have been in Europe for four months. I was given the following list when I first arrived. I didn't understand much of it at first, but now the list is no longer funny....it is painfully true!
You know
you’ve been in Denmark too long if…
You think
there is no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing.
You think
its impolite to sit next to someone in a bus if there is a bench where you can
sit on your own. (It looks like a game of charades after each bus stop, trying to find an empty bench to sit at)
The
first thing you do on entering a bank/post office/pharmacy etc. is to look for
the queue number machine. You accept that
you will have to queue to take a queue number.
When a
stranger on the street smiles at you, you assume that:
a. he is
drunk;
b. he is
insane;
c. he is
American;
d. he is
all of the above.
Traditional
dinners may not necessarily mean a cooked meal.
You
don’t mind paying the same for a 200-metre bus ride as you do for going 10
kms.
You know
the meaning of life has something to do with the word “hyggelig”.
You
don’t think it strange that no one ever comes by to visit without being invited
and you never show up at any one’s place unannounced either.
You find
yourself lighting candles when you have guests - even if it is brightly sunny
outside and 20 degrees.
You offer
people strange-tasting brown alcoholic liquids with their coffee in the
MORNING!
You find
the idea walking across the street when the light is red unforgivable, even
though there are no cars in sight and it’s 3am in the morning!
You
understand that Danes aren’t rude and abrupt like they may appear, just a
little more reserved than most but once you gain their trust they will be your
friend for life.
The
highlight of your evening is the hotdog with remoulade or the calzone from 7/11
at the end of the night-end of the night being the arrival of the first bus in
the morning!
You
consider standing in the Airport Arrivals hall waving a danish flag normal and
“hyggeligt.”
You’ve
become the master guru of bicycle repair.
You
think someone saying "undskyld" ("excuse me") is just a weirdo.
You
don’t check for other pedestrians behind you before you stop in a crowded
street.
You are
not surprised to have the closing door slam you in the face if following too
closely behind somebody. Why should you hold the door for someone
else?!?
You know
the rules of handball!
You
consider spending more than 30 minutes on a bike and/or bus/train to get to
school totally normal.
You plan
your trips allowing plenty of time for the DSB train you’re on which will
undoubtedly be late.
You have
given up all hope of finding any logic in the pronunciation of the Danish
language.
Tipping
waiters/barstaff/taxi drivers seems overly gratuitous.
You no longer
notice all the windmills.
You
answer calls by saying your name, which confuses people abroad.
Oh, how I LOVE Denmark!