If I were to use one song to describe my exchange overseas, it would be (I’ve Had) The Time of My Life because well, I’ve had the time of my life. Who do I owe it all to? Denmark.
It’s been three days since I left the tiny country of Denmark. On Sunday morning I was feeling quite deflated. I didn’t want to leave and even now, sitting in London I want to go back. Though as much as I kept saying “I don’t want to go home,” we headed to the airport, checked in my luggage and soon I parted ways with my host family. I cried what felt like two liters worth of tears that morning, but I had to remember that within two hours I would be in London.
I’m writing this blog post on Friday the 5th of January. That means I have basically one and a half days left in Denmark. But fear not, the adventure is not over yet. All fourteen of the Australian Scouts staying in Denmark will meet up in Copenhagen Airport and fly to London. From there we will spend 5 days where we will sight see to our hearts content.
It’s been just over one week since the last update and a lot has happened. When I say a lot has happened all I really mean is that I’ve had an excessive amount of food.
Here are a bunch of photos of Denmark.
This week was the last week of school for the year. Every Scout that is here will agree with the statement that school is so different in Denmark compared to home. It’s so relaxed. You call your teachers by their first names, there seems to be no dress code, you can leave school premises without having to sign out and you do almost everything with your class.
This blog post consists of snow and a large amount of sugar.
Every Thursday night I have been going to Helena’s Scout Troop to help with Minis.Minis are aged 8-10, the equivalent to Cub Scouts back home in Australia. At this age, they only know very basic English so Helena has become a personal translator.
The weekend started on Friday night with a ‘Christmas lunch’. This party was with my class here in Denmark. We cooked, ate, laughed and sang songs ranging from Christmas classics to 80s hits.
After recovering from the adventure in Copenhagen, I woke up the find a little gift in the stocking hanging on my door. One of the many Christmas traditions my host family has is hanging a stocking on the door so Nisse (elf) can leave a gift.