Denmark Diaries

So I kinda promised people I'd daily blog my Denmark trip, and I obviously haven't been doing that. Oh, by the way, I'm on a Student Exchange Program to Hjørring, Denmark. There's 22 of us, and we flew out on the 13th. 

The reason I didn't daily blog is because there was nothing particularly remarkable about what we did the first two days. Yeah, it was the first time I flew without my parents, and yeah, we sat on a two-loop roller coaster and we had epic fun, but none of it triggered the writey part of my brain. I sure didn't want to write about what I had for lunch the other day. 

To begin, let me give you some background about the kind of place we're staying in. It's essentially a farmhouse, and there's a hundred cows in it. In fact, we get deliciously fresh milk on the table every morning. So, we'd been told about this neighbour of my host's, who carved wood sculptures. He lived about half a kilometre away. It took us 10 minutes to get there on foot. To give this some perspective, it takes all of five steps or two seconds to get to MY neighbour's place.

So we get there. The entrance's decorated with cool sculptures of a unicorn, sea horses and owls in interesting poses. You can take a look at them at www.olmholm.com. 

It was about eight in the night, or in the evening, if you have to be all Indian about it. His house was way off the main road. We walked through a small forest patch to get to it. 

Beautiful sculptures and beautiful surroundings, it was great. Later, we went to an even more remote area, to see a totem pole he had made. We  chatted with his wife, had an all-round awesome time.

It was there, standing in the grazing field, with sheep nibbling at our toes, trees peeking in to take a good look at us foreigners and two dogs prancing about happily, that the rareness of this experience really hit me. This was far from a tourist site. This was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, the Eiffel Tower is a tourist attraction, everyone knows about it. I've been there twice, and both times, the tower has remained the same. This, however, was nothing like that. Few people probably even knew about this, or other things like it. Like I visited the Tower twice, I'll never visit this again. Even if I come to Denmark later in life, never again will I stand in that exact spot, and look upon that perfect scene around me. Never again will I breathe this exact same fresh, un polluted air I'm breathing right now, and marvel at how the sound of the dogs' barking is in perfect tandem with the wind whistling through the woods. This is now, in the moment, and this moment will never come again. 

I've never really absorbed everything around me as much as I did then. My mind is wandering, usually. Thinking of everything but what is happening right now. And that alternate reality is always crazier and more picturesque than everyday happenings. That, however, was definitely one moment where the two came damn near close.

Diary, I'll see you soon.