Rainy Days and Mondays II

Who ever wrote "Rainy Days and Mondays" must never have lived in Denmark, because in our vast experience here, Mondays ARE rainy days....but they don't get us down.  I love the rain and the mist here...even the very gray skies.  It just adds to the charm of the place.  It is possible that I may change my tune at some point.

From the bus stop looking down the street where the Danish Language School is.  The building on the right is completely round, and I don't know how old, but it is quite distinctive.

This stately old building is right across the street from the language school.  Every time we pass it, I have to pause and look.  It is an apartment building, and you can see that more people ride bikes than drive cars, which seems to be the case everywhere.  Bicycles are definitely the best mode of transport in the city - depending on the weather.

With great anticipation we caught the bus today for our first day of language school - Danish to be exact.  We were quite disappointed to be informed that it will not start until Thursday.  But who doesn't love being handed an extra 3 hours?  That meant getting some more things caught up on before leaving for the Center today, and it especially means that we will have the whole day tomorrow as a p-day.  I have been wanting to go to a park about a mile from here that is said to be gorgeous, even in the winter.  I'll let you know all about it if we make it there.

On the bus trip home, at one stop about 25 small children about age 4 or 5 got on with two women.  We watched as they just kept coming and going all the way to the back and filling in every available space.  The little ones were rosy-cheeked and wide-eyed.  They were wearing bulky coats, hats, gloves and scarves and smiling as they jostled each other aboard.  They were such a beautiful sight... Denmark's future.

Snapped from the bus window.  This is so typical and I love it.  There is a young father holding the hand of a small child who is completely bundled up.  I often see fathers holding their childrens' hands as they walk along the streets and it just warms my heart every time.....sometimes the child may be as old as 7 or 8, and they still hold hands.

At the Center, we popped 8 bags of microwave popcorn and added white chocolate.  It was a little pricey for Family Home Evening snacks, but we've been doing OK on the budget, so we went for it.  It made two huge bowls of popcorn.  It was mostly eaten, but I will not put that one down as a success.  I don't think anyone was particularly fond of it, maybe because it looked like regular popcorn and it wasn't!  Oh well.  I told myself several weeks ago that we are bound to have an occasional flop (this doesn't quite qualify as a flop - just a semi-dud), and I am OK with that.  I just hope it is only occasional.