The weekend in Skagen was amazing! as was Monday. Skagen is the Northern most city in Denmark and it was suppose to be beautiful! However… knowing Denmark, they send us mange blæser og regner. But it was very fun to be with all the exchange students. Especially sleeping in the wrestling room. Its incredible the people that are here. I love the kids here. Its like finding your sole mate over and over again! Then Sunday when the meeting ended in the morning, I went to Bramming in southern Jutland to see Jessica and her friends she was staying with. It was great seeing someone from home. SO weird though. Like seeing someone from another life. Everything is so busy here and amazing, I can’t believe it has been 5 weeks already!!

The next morning I took the train to Hadsting to meet Danny after he got out of school early. He lives in Hinnerup near Hadsting with an AMAZING family. I am admittedly a little jealous. They just talk like nothing is stressed or uncomfortable. How I yearn for that. Anyways, that morning I got off the train and waited in the train station for Danny to come pick me up and somewhere in the process my phone fell out of my pocket. So we continued the day for a bit, walked around the town, bought some pizza, and found this little cafe that was really a restaurant that we pretended was a cafe. We ordered coffee and fries before I really realized my phone was gone. So I took Danny’s phone to call it maybe to hear it in my bag but, someone picked up on the other end. First he was speaking Danish which I obviously did not get that far with and when he stared talking in English with an extremely harsh chinese accent, things got interesting. Apparently his mom, wanting to be nice, found the phone in the train station and took it home so no one would take it. The man on the other end had the phone safe and sound a town away and txted us his address. Sadly enough, he was leaving in ten minutes for another bus and didn’t know how this would work out, but assured us, if we got to his house, things would work out. Hoping for the best, and not really having any idea what the hell was going on, we walked to an area where the buses came and showed random Indian man the address where we wanted to go. He miraculously knew where it was and happen to live in the same area. Through broken english, he told us to get in the bus he was getting on and get off on the stop he did and he would help us find it. 

SOOOOOme how, we found the apartment and knocked on the door. After a couple minutes, the oldest man I have ever seen opened the door and looked at us through cataract filled eyes. In vain, we tried to comunicate what we wanted, and as we put together, this was the dad or grandfather of the man who’s mother took my phone. After several minutes of confused hand gesturing, he finally had a lightbulb light above his head and turned around, walked to the kitchen, picked up my phone and handed it to me! Hurray!! 

Mission accomplished! Now just to get home in time for Danny’s Rotary meeting. THe problem  was the next bus would come in an hour. I had no idea where we were and when Danny said he knew a shortcut to just walk back, so of course! Why not!? 

It transpired after 20 minutes of walking through the random field that our good Karma had run out. We became totally lost and it began to RAIN. pouring rain. So the two of us, absolutely exhausted from walking all day and a weekend of no sleep, totally drenched head to toe, look at each other and just crack the fuck up. I mean the kind of laughter that shatters your ribs and lasts for the whole day. Sitting in the muck and the rain, falling over on eachother, we just laughed and laughed at the ridiculous situation we had got ourselves in. 

Eventually we did make it to the busses again to get to his house to get a ride the Rotary meeting. Not without the help of a few very nice Danish people. (Thank you randomly selected citizens of where ever we were). 

After the Rotary meeting we walked to the train station so I could get home. This particular station had two sides, one going north and on going south. I wanted to go north and so we got on that side. By our watch, we had less than a minute to buy my ticket. It’s an electronic little booth thing you buy it from and I went to choose the city, (Hojslev where i live) but it wasn’t there, meaning we were on the wrong side of the tracks. To get to the other side of the tracks, one has to walk a couple hundred meters down some stairs, under a bridge back up the stairs and to the other side. Absolutely no way i could make the train. The crazy kid next to me then did something very stupid and very essential. He ran across the tracks. Narrowly missing a train. SO STUPID. Then I ran across too, so i suppose i can’t talk. On the other side we went to the booth and YAY! there was Hojslev as an option to buy a ticket. Of course again it’s pouring and we are drenched yet again but I had the ticket in my hand as we could see the train coming! …

And then we realized we were on the wrong side of the tracks and were totally screwed. Danny looked at me and said, there’s no way you are making that train…

Run! i screamed, and we picked up my bags, which for the record we had been carrying around all day, and sprinted down the stairs, under the bridge, up the stairs and to the platform. The train conductor must have seen me on the other side motion for him to wait because it was crazy luck I got on the train. Phew. I collapsed on the train laughing, pushed the button to open the door, said goodbyes and was on my way home. 

And thats how the best/most interesting day in a life is made.