<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331</id><updated>2011-10-10T01:32:44.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Journey in Denmark</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-4685067902950432373</id><published>2011-07-18T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T10:54:37.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>I'm not even sure that I can fully understand what I'm writing in this blog, so bear with me..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been home for 2 weeks now, and it's been 2 weeks of extremely mixed emotions.  Of course it's great to be home and see my family and friends again, but I'm definitely missing my Danish friends and families as well.  Since I've returned, I've eaten Cap'n Crunch cereal, I've ordered Domino's Pizza, I've driven my Jeep all around town, I've smelt the wonderful smells of  Malt-O-Meal, I've been to a Twins baseball game, I've been golfing with my grandma, I've been to yoga, I've eaten at Hogan Brothers many times, I've gone to Cub Foods at 1 in the morning simply because I could, I've gone swimming in my pool almost every day, I've been together with my family and friends who I missed dearly, and I haven't stopped talking about Denmark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to once again experience all of the things I've told all of the people in Denmark about for the past year; all of the things I love about my country, my state, my town, my friends, and my family here.  So, every time I do something "American" now, I just wish that I could show it to my Danish friends and say "Remember when I tried to explain this to you? Remember how I told you that we did this?".  I want them all to be here now, and experience my life back in the US with me.  I love being back and doing all of the things that I missed doing and couldn't do in Denmark, but I wish my Danish friends and families were here as well.  I know I shouldn't be, but I feel like I'm constantly comparing Denmark and the US now.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well in Denmark they can do this.  They would never do that in Denmark.  In Denmark they have this rather than that... &lt;/span&gt; It goes the other way as well, but it's more like: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I haven't been able to do this for a year!  The Danes thought I was crazy when I told them we did this in the US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing with being back is that not much has changed. Sure, my little brother grew a foot since I was gone, we have a new dog, and there is now a Subway by Menards (my dad was sure to inform me of this).  But my friends and I still talk about the same things, we still find the same things funny, and my family still eats the same things for dinner.  I've been away an entire year and I've experienced so many new things, learned and entire new culture and language, and I've grown so much in myself that it's a bit odd to come back to everything being the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've warned my other friends that I will most likely be talking about Denmark until the time I get to go back, but telling them about it isn't always easy, because they don't know what half the things I talk about are, or who any of the people are.  Luckily, there are 15 other exchange students in Northfield that have also just returned from their year abroad.  And even though we've all had completely different experiences, we can relate to one another and talk about things together that no one else will fully understand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful for all of my friends and family here that are putting up with me and my Danish stories, and I'm also very grateful for the amazing Rotary Club I have here, and for all of my exchange friends that are there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg savner dig, Danmark.  Du er altid i mit hjerte, og  tak igen for et fantastisk år!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-4685067902950432373?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/4685067902950432373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/07/home-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/4685067902950432373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/4685067902950432373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/07/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-1040147884506696846</id><published>2011-06-26T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T07:29:05.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love...</title><content type='html'>All of the windmills... and the wind :)&lt;br /&gt;How GREEN the grass is&lt;br /&gt;How often it rains &lt;br /&gt;How the fields turn from brilliant gold to cherry red in the spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnDl5zszg_g/Tgc-aCzAsrI/AAAAAAAAATc/wBuRxM2y2fQ/s1600/DSCN4818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnDl5zszg_g/Tgc-aCzAsrI/AAAAAAAAATc/wBuRxM2y2fQ/s200/DSCN4818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622531276943700658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NDHhJzgUAjg/Tgc9rFxliWI/AAAAAAAAATU/P_EmU6O2JIs/s1600/DSCN1485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NDHhJzgUAjg/Tgc9rFxliWI/AAAAAAAAATU/P_EmU6O2JIs/s200/DSCN1485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622530470289181026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the sun is only down for 3 hours in the summer&lt;br /&gt;The long bus rides&lt;br /&gt;The even longer train rides&lt;br /&gt;The old man on the corner that waves to all of the cars &lt;br /&gt;Playing ping pong in between classes&lt;br /&gt;How the tallest point in Denmark is not much taller than the hill I live on &lt;br /&gt;How they have letters I still can't  correctly pronounce&lt;br /&gt;Being called “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; American” &lt;br /&gt;When my class breaks out into song &lt;br /&gt;How they get scared when there is more than 6 inches of snow on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Meeting exchange students everywhere I go, because it’s such a small country&lt;br /&gt;The freedom I have here &lt;br /&gt;Being asked to say “rødgrød med fløde”&lt;br /&gt;All of the walks they go on&lt;br /&gt;How everything here is like a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0HbLUNOYTXg/TgdAvlHc4sI/AAAAAAAAATk/1vJ99iOAaQ8/s1600/DSCN0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0HbLUNOYTXg/TgdAvlHc4sI/AAAAAAAAATk/1vJ99iOAaQ8/s320/DSCN0673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622533845956747970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bike everywhere... even in the rain and snow&lt;br /&gt;All of the brick roads&lt;br /&gt;They have a Queen&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful/interesting language &lt;br /&gt;When people don’t notice that I’m an exchange student&lt;br /&gt;Being one of 5 million in the world that can speak Danish&lt;br /&gt;How the beach is only 20 minutes away, no matter where you are on Fyn&lt;br /&gt;How fresh the food is &lt;br /&gt;Livepostej, frikedella, fleskastej&lt;br /&gt;How many potatoes they eat&lt;br /&gt;Rugbrød and remoulade  &lt;br /&gt;Partying like a Dane &lt;br /&gt;Odense classic&lt;br /&gt;How they put flags up everywhere when it’s someone’s birthday&lt;br /&gt;The blonde hair and blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;How they dance around the Christmas tree holding hands&lt;br /&gt;Legoland&lt;br /&gt;How much they love their country&lt;br /&gt;How easy it is to travel from here&lt;br /&gt;Rotary Youth Exchange Program&lt;br /&gt;My new friends from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; over the world&lt;br /&gt;My amazing counsellor, Arivd&lt;br /&gt;My 6 new brothers &lt;br /&gt;My 3 new sisters &lt;br /&gt;My 3 new moms and dads&lt;br /&gt;My class. More than they will ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZchoSJ3iRt4/TgdAwKIK2hI/AAAAAAAAATs/tNnzZPY6gWM/s1600/DSC02225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZchoSJ3iRt4/TgdAwKIK2hI/AAAAAAAAATs/tNnzZPY6gWM/s320/DSC02225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622533855891872274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that it's almost over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who has been a part of and made possible my year in Denmark - all of my exchange student friends, my families, Rotarians, the Danes, and all of those in between.  It's been such an amazing year, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.  Tak for ALT Danmark. Jeg kommer til at savne jer alle sammen så meget! Men det er ikke en farvel, kun en vi ses :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for now,&lt;br /&gt;Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-1040147884506696846?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/1040147884506696846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/1040147884506696846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/1040147884506696846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-love.html' title='I love...'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnDl5zszg_g/Tgc-aCzAsrI/AAAAAAAAATc/wBuRxM2y2fQ/s72-c/DSCN4818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-243686364337927870</id><published>2011-06-11T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T16:30:17.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summing It Up</title><content type='html'>I realize it’s been a while since I last blogged so I’m going to try and sum up the main events that have occurred since last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Day of School- My last day of school was May 13, and it wasn’t really the most exciting schedule I had that day, but it turned out to be a great day! First I had History, then two hours free, then Nature Geography.  But I wanted to spend more time with my class, so I decided to go to German with them in one of the hours I had free. So that was fun to try! We had cake in history because someone’s phone went off in class, and when that happens, that owe everyone else cake.  Then we also had cake in Nature Geography, because our teacher’s phone had gone off during class last time, and then I had made cookies for everyone since it was my last day, so we got a lot of nice treats at school! I had also just bought a new camera, so some of my classmates were testing it out and took many photos and videos throughout the.  After school we had MGP, which was a sort of talent show at the school  with “judges” and everything.  So us 6 exchange students decided to do a little act, and we sang “Don’t Worry Be Happy” in our own language (English, Spanish, Turkish, Japanese, and Thai) and then all together in Danish.  It was quite adorable, if I may say so.  The other acts were rock bands, comedy skits, guitar playing, and singing.  So that was a nice, fun way to end my year at Midtfyns Gymnasium.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DvjW1d11w7I/TfP1Mv-p3kI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bXSvCEY-zds/s1600/DSCN1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DvjW1d11w7I/TfP1Mv-p3kI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bXSvCEY-zds/s320/DSCN1512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617102759647632962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euro Tour- The next day I left for my 18 day bus tour around Europe, which can also be explained as one of the best memories from my entire exchange. I traveled with 57 other exchange students from my island of Fyn, from southern Jylland, and then we had 3 exchange students from Lithuania that also joined us.  One of them happened to be another exchange student from Northfield! So Natalie and I were reunited and got to travel together :)  Basically, we drove to all the big cities around Europe, and we had our main guide and then two younger guides who were both exchange students a few years back.  Our guide, Henrik, would show us all of the main attractions and tell us what was exciting to see, and then they would give us the rest of the day to explore ourselves and see and do what we wanted until it was time to eat or it was curfew.  We slept in hotels and hostels, and we usually ate breakfast and dinner at the place we were staying, and then we were given money for lunch everyday.  Some of the days were driving on the bus all day, and in that case we would stop and have a picnic lunch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXecuu-8DjA/TfP2C4pg8HI/AAAAAAAAASE/YIvsd3tSeZ4/s1600/DSCN4569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXecuu-8DjA/TfP2C4pg8HI/AAAAAAAAASE/YIvsd3tSeZ4/s320/DSCN4569.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617103689687822450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had picked everyone up, we started out drive to Berlin, Germany where we spent two days.  I got to see the Berlin Wall, Berlin Cathedral, I went to the top of the TV Tower, and then we met up with an exchange student who had been living in Berlin the whole year and he showed us around some of the non-touristy spots.  After our two days here, we started our drive to Prague, Czech Republic.  On our way there, we stopped at the concentration camp Theresienstadt, where we got a tour.  Once we arrived at our hotel, we ate dinner, and then went to a water fountain light and music show.  It was so beautiful!  The next day we went to St. Vitus Cathedral, and then we were allowed to tour the rest of the city to sightsee/shop/explore until dinner.  Prague is an absolutely gorgeous city!  The following day we left for Austria and we were on the bus for the majority of the day, but the landscape was beautiful!  Our next day was spent in Vienna, Austria, and me and my friends were very excited for this day because it was “Sound of Music Day” where we all dressed up cute and sang Edelweiss as we walked down the streets :)  We went to the Schönbrunn Palace with the whole group, and then we went off exploring.  &lt;br /&gt;The next day we were driving again, and this was an even longer drive down to Italy.  We arrived in Lido de Jesolo in the evening, but before going to dinner at our hotel, we all headed down to the beach (which happened to be right across the street from our hotel!) This was one of my favorite locations.  It was 90 degrees the whole time we were in Italy and we had an entire day to literally just sit on the beach.  We ate delicious Italian pizza and pasta, refreshing ice cream, and we all got a nice tan!  Our third day in Italy we took a boat over to Venice, which was incredible, minus the extreme amount of people that were there.  It was almost 100 degrees this day, but we still enjoyed it!  We took the gondolas and saw the  palaces and bridges.  It was all amazing.  That evening we went back to Lido and enjoyed our last night on the beach. The next morning we drove to Verona where we saw Juliet’s Balcony and the Arena.  We continued on to San Remo where we ate dinner and then spent the rest of the evening at the Riviera.  &lt;br /&gt;We are now at day 11 of the trip, and on this day we drove to stunning Monaco!  Everything here was perfect.  There was no trash on the grounds, there were perfectly trimmed plants and flowers all over, the buildings were beautiful, and the scenery was flawless.  We unfortunately only had a few hours here before we had to continue on to France.  Once in France, we went to the Fragonard Perfumery near Nice.  We got to see how they made their perfumes and which flowers they used, and then we all bought some of their perfume of course!  We got to our hostel in Avignon, France late that night, so we ate dinner and then hung out at the hostel.  So the next day we got to see the Palace of Popes and the Saint-Benezet Bridge.  We met two French boys who showed us around the town and took us to the the really good views of Avignon.  &lt;br /&gt;After Avignon, we drove to Paris! We had three days here and we got to see the Eiffel Tower (obviously) and the Louvre, Notre Dame, Triumph Arc, and everything in between.  I went up to the top the Eiffel Tower with some friends and we got to look out over all of Paris! On our last night there, we went back to the Eiffel Tower to see it up close at night.  We had a curfew of 11:00 pm, and we had some trouble figuring out the metro, so we didn’t even get to the tower until 10:30.  As we were getting off the metro, we saw all of the other exchange students getting on it to go back to the hotel.  So were all a little stressed and we weren’t even sure we would get to see it with the sparkling lights.  But when we got to the square, there was a complete calmness that was there.  Beautiful violins were playing, there were other people there, but it wasn’t crowded, I was there with my 5 best friends, and then the Eiffel Tower started blinking with lights. It was one of those moments I won’t forget.  We made it back to our hotel 2 minutes past curfew, but that was okay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddYr25NR1kQ/TfP2lzOcHJI/AAAAAAAAASM/-gGhK36UNhA/s1600/247301_10150210158769675_505894674_6834511_5322162_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddYr25NR1kQ/TfP2lzOcHJI/AAAAAAAAASM/-gGhK36UNhA/s320/247301_10150210158769675_505894674_6834511_5322162_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617104289527504018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 of our trip, we headed to Brussles, Belguim. There really isn’t too much to see in this town except for the Atom Statue, and the Manneken Pis, but they do have amazing chocolate and waffles! This was also our favorite hostel that we stayed at. They had good food, they had a ping pong table, and the rooms had showers in them!  The next day we headed to Holland.  By now we’re all very tired, and starting to get sad that it’s almost over.  In the past, they’ve had trouble with exchange students in Amsterdam, so they weren’t going to let us actually see the city, but just take a canal tour of it.  The canal tour was not very exciting, and our guide realized that as well, so they decided to let us have 3 hours to see the city after lunch. And there were no problems :)&lt;br /&gt;Our last night on Euro Tour was a calm one.  We were at our hotel out in the middle of the woods and our guide gave a little speech, then gave us free pop from the bar.  And then we spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing, crying, and signing flags, t-shirts, maps, and journals.  We left early the next morning and drove back to Denmark, stopping every few cities to drop people off and say goodbye.  It was an incredible trip with people and places I will never ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRbCzNBHlCk/TfP4TG04b7I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ywjfy1EI8xI/s1600/DSCN4577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRbCzNBHlCk/TfP4TG04b7I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ywjfy1EI8xI/s320/DSCN4577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617106167394758578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying Goodbye-  The goodbyes continue, and that’s something that I don’t think I’ll ever get used to.  You don’t want it to be goodbye, but the truth is, you never know if you will see these people again, (that’s why I’m going to make traveling free when I rule the world).  This past Thursday the Brazilians had a big gathering in Odense with exchange students from all over Denmark, so all of us non-Brazilians in the area came too to hang out and say goodbye.  Some of these people we may have only met two or three times, but it doesn’t matter because with exchange students, you become best friends with everyone right away, and you feel like you’ve known these people forever.  We all hung out in the park all day and stayed up all night together before everyone left the next day.  It’s only dark now for about 2 hours, so it’s quite easy to stay up all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s Left- I still have until July 4th here in Denmark, so I don’t want to start counting down the days yet.  My last week will be spent at a week long concert with all of my classmates and two of my host siblings, but other than that, the only thing on my to-do list is see everyone as much as possible and enjoy my last few weeks here.  I still can’t believe that it’s been almost a whole year that I’ve been away, and it’s even harder for me to comprehend that this is almost the end.  It’s been such an amazing year, and I can't say thank you enough to those who were a part of it and made it possible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for now,&lt;br /&gt;Heidi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Photos &lt;a href="http://www.keepandshare.com/photo/show.php?i=1276435&amp;cat=0"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-243686364337927870?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/243686364337927870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/06/summing-it-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/243686364337927870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/243686364337927870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/06/summing-it-up.html' title='Summing It Up'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DvjW1d11w7I/TfP1Mv-p3kI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bXSvCEY-zds/s72-c/DSCN1512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-9191500103486775513</id><published>2011-04-21T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T15:02:26.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROMA</title><content type='html'>Basically my study trip to Rome with my class was one of the best weeks of my life. So much bonding, so many amazing buildings, and the most delicious food ever. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLVbQ-mB4wg/TbCoxx4OQmI/AAAAAAAAARg/KchR1CQcSQ8/s1600/DSCN9970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLVbQ-mB4wg/TbCoxx4OQmI/AAAAAAAAARg/KchR1CQcSQ8/s320/DSCN9970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598159909977735778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I’m not going to do a day by day schedule on what we did, but I will tell you that we got up around 6:45 every morning, walked at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; 7 km around Rome each day to get from place to place, ate out every night, and I took approximately 5 billion pictures.  Places we visited in the order we saw them: Spanish Steps, Trevi Fountain, Colosseum, Forum Romanum, the Capital, Vatican City (Sistine Chapel, St. Peters Cathedral, and St. Peter’s Square), Pompeii, San Clemente Church, St. Ignzio Church, Pantheon, and Piazza Navona.  All of these places were so beautiful and so impressive.  The Colosseum and St. Peter’s Cathedral were probably my favorites, and also the places where I took the most pictures.  It was 70 degrees and gorgeous while we were there, except for the day we were in Pompeii, then it rained.  Otherwise we were quite lucky! Rome is an amazing city.  Absolutely gorgeous!  And I can’t even begin to explain how amazing it was to spend an entire week with my class.  They are simply incredible and I love them all so very much.  They have definitely made a huge impact on my exchange here (in an extremely good way) and I can’t thank them enough for that.  &lt;br /&gt;The day we got back from Rome was the beginning of Påskeferien, or Easter Break, so we’ve got 8 days off now.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_QV-0Zz2EY/TbCn1HZnwdI/AAAAAAAAARY/FarZI1mywdM/s1600/DSCN0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_QV-0Zz2EY/TbCn1HZnwdI/AAAAAAAAARY/FarZI1mywdM/s320/DSCN0648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598158867782943186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily, it’s been sunny and in the 70s all week since we’ve returned, so I’ve been laying out in the sun, playing guitar, and getting my tan on!  The buses in my town don’t run in the break, so if I want to go anywhere or hang out with anyone I have to bike.  So I’ve also been biking quite a bit recently.  We go back to school on Tuesday, though, and then there’s only 17 days left of school for me before Euro Tour. TIME NEEDS TO SLOW DOWN.  So I probably won’t be posting very often anymore (as you may have already noticed.. sorry) because I have oh-so-much that I need to do here and writing blogs did not make the top of my priority list.  I’ll keep the photos updated on the photo account I have, so you can check that out every now and then and see what I’ve been up to.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter everyone!&lt;br /&gt;All for now,&lt;br /&gt;Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-9191500103486775513?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/9191500103486775513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/04/roma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/9191500103486775513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/9191500103486775513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/04/roma.html' title='ROMA'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLVbQ-mB4wg/TbCoxx4OQmI/AAAAAAAAARg/KchR1CQcSQ8/s72-c/DSCN9970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-1993813593158155614</id><published>2011-03-28T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T04:44:58.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eU_9j7HTOmE/TZBx2J6WMGI/AAAAAAAAARA/RpsXsOx9C2s/s1600/DSCN9351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eU_9j7HTOmE/TZBx2J6WMGI/AAAAAAAAARA/RpsXsOx9C2s/s320/DSCN9351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589092312754303074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m now living with my 3rd host family. How has time gone by this fast? How can I already be at my last host family? How is already the end of MARCH??&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I don't have a single free day for the next few months.  I've got so many things that I want to still, so luckily I still have 3 VERY LONG months ahead of me (yes, 3 months is a long time. I won't let you tell me otherwise).   But let's get back on track.. I'm moved in with my third host family!  I have once again been very lucky and landed with an amazing family.  I have a 19 year old sister, Louise, who was in Brazil last year as an exchange student, a 16 year old brother Jannik, and an 11 year old sister Line, plus mother Susanne and father Flemming.  We live out in the country in a small town called Rolfsted.  I no longer live a 2 minute walk away from the school.. Instead, I get to take a 25 minute bus ride to school every morning.  There is only 2 buses from Rolfsted to Ringe in the morning, and only 2 buses from Ringe to Rolfsted after school.  There is no train in this town, and buses do not run in the evening, nor on weekends.  My traveling is a bit limited now, but Susanne and Flemming are used to driving their kids around, and tehy have been very kind about helping me figure out how to get places.  I also still have two lovely host families in Ringe that are always welcoming me to come over if I have to stay in town before my guitar lessons or volleyball, or if I just feel like coming over for some tea :) My new little sister, Line, is also taking guitar lessons at the moment, and we're learning a lot of the same songs, so it's fun to play a bit and practice with her.  Louise goes to a different gymnasium than I do, so I don't ever see her at school or in Ringe, and Jannik just got a moped, so we don't see too much of him anymore...&lt;br /&gt;But from moving to this family, I have realized how much stuff I have acquired.  I came with two suitcases and a cary-on, and now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAwwwS_I2VE/TZBti0saq4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/fBYJmp8elME/s1600/DSCN9001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAwwwS_I2VE/TZBti0saq4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/fBYJmp8elME/s320/DSCN9001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589087582594706306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So somehow I'm going to have to find a way to get rid of a lot of this.  Maybe a big yard sale?  I'm not quite sure where all of this stuff came from, but there is no way I can fit it in my 2 suitcases.  But I have plenty of time to figure that out!&lt;br /&gt;Completely switching the topic, the weather has been gorgeous outside!! We've had weather in the 50s for the past few weeks, and plenty of sunshine!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MVIIYSkEKdE/TZB0MunB4QI/AAAAAAAAARI/Vd0oQtb1Mds/s1600/DSCN9239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MVIIYSkEKdE/TZB0MunB4QI/AAAAAAAAARI/Vd0oQtb1Mds/s320/DSCN9239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589094899585769730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm hoping it will stay like this from now on because sun just puts everyone in a good mood :) Also, my first host family now has little lambs running around their farm, and they might possibly be the cutest things I've ever seen.  So it really feels like spring right now!&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we have our last Rotary Get Together before Euro Tour, and then the next weekend I leave for Rome with my class! I'm extremely excited for this "field trip" with my class.  Not only because it's Rome, but more so because I absolutely love my class.  It's hard for me to even put into words how amazing my class is, and I am so thankful that I get to spend every day (Monday-Friday) with them.  They are all just so much fun to be around and they're creative, and talented, and funny, and I love them all!  Even if I didn't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to go to school each day, I would go just to be with them.  That's how amazing they are.  They make me actually &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to go to school.  So basically, our class trip to Rome will be epic, and I promise to spend an entire blog telling you about it once we get back.  &lt;br /&gt;But at the moment, we have a break from class and the sun is shining, so I'm going outside to enjoy my time with my classmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3cjzlAA8kM/TZBw2CebXwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tUekaJ_Dvso/s1600/DSCN9369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3cjzlAA8kM/TZBw2CebXwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tUekaJ_Dvso/s200/DSCN9369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589091211246526210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DezVzulJe0o/TZBxChVdGaI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gPBJXms1UTc/s1600/DSCN9295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DezVzulJe0o/TZBxChVdGaI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gPBJXms1UTc/s200/DSCN9295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589091425688820130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for now,&lt;br /&gt;Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-1993813593158155614?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/1993813593158155614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/03/lovely-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/1993813593158155614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/1993813593158155614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/03/lovely-life.html' title='Lovely Life'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eU_9j7HTOmE/TZBx2J6WMGI/AAAAAAAAARA/RpsXsOx9C2s/s72-c/DSCN9351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-785352869590131174</id><published>2011-03-16T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:04:37.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berlin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6F07oyY12k/TYEbWdhs-tI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0h1HhILO7xQ/s1600/DSCN8376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6F07oyY12k/TYEbWdhs-tI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0h1HhILO7xQ/s320/DSCN8376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584775085613185746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berlin was amazing. What a beautiful city with oh-so-much history! We arrived there Friday night after driving for 6 hours.  After drinking tea and having a little cake, we set up our beds and slept.  The next day we got up a bit earlier than my liking for a vacation, but we had things to do, places to see, and may pictures to take! We started our day by waiting about an hour in line to get into the Pergamon Museum.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/- re3lEo7Wu8Q/TYEggaS44gI/AAAAAAAAAO4/M1KWR5f0uek/s1600/DSCN8413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-re3lEo7Wu8Q/TYEggaS44gI/AAAAAAAAAO4/M1KWR5f0uek/s200/DSCN8413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584780754102575618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This museum is actually a combination of three separate museums: the Collection of Classical Antiquities, the Museum of the Ancient Near East and the Museum of Islamic Art. This is the most visited museum in all of Germany and it also has some of the oldest reconstructed monumental buildings in the world!  We spent a good bit of time here, then walked through some small shops on the street, and just took in the aroma of gorgeous Berlin.  On Sunday, we went to the Berlin Cathedral.  Like most of the churches we went to, this one was bombed in WWII and severely damaged, but rebuilt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_w5Bs8UT01c/TYE58wRe1II/AAAAAAAAAQY/fkz4CR_E3k8/s1600/DSCN8579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_w5Bs8UT01c/TYE58wRe1II/AAAAAAAAAQY/fkz4CR_E3k8/s320/DSCN8579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584808728829285506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had taken about 50 pictures of the cathedral from the outside the day before, so it was really neat to actually go in and get the full tour. We were joined by Anette’s brother, Carsten, and his 8 year old daughter Beatriz.  We walked all the way to the top of the dome and then we were able to walk around the outside of it where we could see out over all of Berlin. It was gorgeous!  From here, we took the metro and met up with Carsten’s 15 year old daughter Anne, and then we all made our way to the Berlin Wall!  Basically just a cement wall with inspirational paintings, but it was one my favorite places we went.  It’s weird to be walking along the wall where so much history took place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to Checkpoint Charlie, the most-known crossing point from East to West Berlin.  In the museum we read stories about all of the creative and crazy ways people used to cross over the wall. Everything from underground tunnels, to hot air balloons were used. Then we went to Alexanderplatz, which is basically like a big town square, and we shopped around in the big mall there (still nothing compared to Mall of America).&lt;br /&gt;Our last full day in Germany, we went to the West side of Berlin, which was much more modernized.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CaXQfqhv0qE/TYE7YsytGLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4QOO6XYoVZk/s1600/DSCN8657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CaXQfqhv0qE/TYE7YsytGLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4QOO6XYoVZk/s200/DSCN8657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584810308442855602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church, which was partially destroyed in WWII,and the newer additions of it which are nicknamed the “lipstick and powder box” because of their shapes.  The “powder” building was my favorite.  Both of the newer additions were made of concrete with 21,292 stained glass windows covering the entire outsides.  It was so pretty inside! Then we walked to the Nike outlet store, and then over to the Ka De We (Kaufhaus des Westens) mall.  They had an entire floor level with just edible goods; a chocolate section, a cheese sections, a pasta section, and even a small American food section :)  I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IkfPCRxkXbo/TYEz4uYZFvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sZy3stFMGHw/s1600/DSCN8701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IkfPCRxkXbo/TYEz4uYZFvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sZy3stFMGHw/s320/DSCN8701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584802062532155122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f the Jif peanut butter there didn’t cost 14 Euros, I would have bought it all.  We didn’t spend too much time here, though, because it was all department stores and things were very expensive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to a Mexican restaurant for dinner (delicious) and the next day we packed up and drove home.&lt;br /&gt;We weren’t home long, though, before we took the train over to København for the rest of winter break!  There we celebrated Anette’s birthday, went to a parliament meeting at the Christiansborg Palace, and I FINALLY got to see the Little Mermaid! (She was on a vacation in China..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TTc5MB3jbTk/TYE0t-RBHaI/AAAAAAAAAQI/GVHoR0KIVjM/s1600/DSCN8785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TTc5MB3jbTk/TYE0t-RBHaI/AAAAAAAAAQI/GVHoR0KIVjM/s320/DSCN8785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584802977329257890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya go! That was wonderful winter break with the family!&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try to get a few more updates in here soon!&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-785352869590131174?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/785352869590131174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/03/berlin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/785352869590131174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/785352869590131174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/03/berlin.html' title='Berlin!'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6F07oyY12k/TYEbWdhs-tI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0h1HhILO7xQ/s72-c/DSCN8376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-6013170426342484961</id><published>2011-02-16T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T18:06:19.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Monday</title><content type='html'>So this is just a short short update for you all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading to Berlin on Friday for winter break! I'll be staying there with my host family in their uncle's apartment down there.  According to Lise, it's an amazing apartment! Plus it's in Berlin... so I'm VERY excited for this :) I'll be there until Wednesday, and then on Thursday we're going to København again until Saturday.  &lt;br /&gt;Also, my Danish classes in Svendborg are now done.  Monday was our last day, and it was a lot of fun!  Last Monday we took the reading, writing, and listening part of our Danish test, and then this Monday we took the speaking part of it where we had to talk about one of 3 books that we've read.  I aced the reading, writing, and listening part, and we find out how we did on the speaking part later.  We'll be getting a letter in the mail about the whole test.  It's a legit test here, so if we come back to Denmark to study, we can have this paper to show how far we've gone with these classes!  We made a big lunch together and we took about a million pictures.  We all got little Lego men from our teacher, and she told us we could speak Danish with them so we don't forget what we've learned.  We also gave her a thank you gift; We put photos from the past 6 months into a photo album and then we each wrote a little thank you letter to her and put those in the album as well!  I'll still be able to see these exchange students again, because they all live pretty nearby, but I'm really going to miss my Mondays with them.  I loved being able to go to Svendborg every Monday and talk Danish with all of these exchange students and learn Danish!  Mondays usually aren't my friend, but I actually didn't mind them when I went to Svendborg! Now I have to go to actual school every Monday.  It's gonna be rough, but all of my Danish classmates are excited that I get to come to school 5 days a week with them now.  I'm also excited about seeing them more, but not about the 5-days-of-school-in-a-row part...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to bed now. I've got a lot to do before I leave for Berlin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ni82Yc7dnFM/TVyBERNWA2I/AAAAAAAAAOg/quee88NrV3M/s1600/IMG_2579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ni82Yc7dnFM/TVyBERNWA2I/AAAAAAAAAOg/quee88NrV3M/s400/IMG_2579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574472349116662626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             Thanks for the amazing 6 months with you all!&lt;br /&gt;All for now&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-6013170426342484961?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/6013170426342484961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-monday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/6013170426342484961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/6013170426342484961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-monday.html' title='Last Monday'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ni82Yc7dnFM/TVyBERNWA2I/AAAAAAAAAOg/quee88NrV3M/s72-c/IMG_2579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-2452667684805540270</id><published>2011-02-04T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T04:56:29.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things</title><content type='html'>I got out of school at 10 am today (I only had one class), and I came home and felt like writing a new blog post.  So just a warning, this is going to be very random.  But I have a busy weekend ahead of me so I figured I'd fit in a blog post before I left.&lt;br /&gt;Not too much has happened since I last wrote.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I take that back. &lt;br /&gt;A LOT has happened since I last wrote. It's a crazy and exciting life I lead over here in Denmark, and it's something fun and new everyday!  Nothing big has happened, but just in my everyday life I find so much joy in all of the small things that happen. Let me just give you a few examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday I went to the Nytårskur in Ringe (to be honest I really have no idea what it was, but Rotary invited me to come along, so I went).  There was a little opening ceremony for this Nytårskur, where several elderly Danes dressed up in old fashioned military uniforms and shot off canons and guns to celebrate whatever it was that we were celebrating! (I think it was a town gathering and events fair type of deal).  These old men, however, just made my day! Usually when a military act is performed, it's very f&lt;a onblur="try{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TUvsfr-GeZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/YMstbgiHK28/s1600/DSCN7989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TUvsfr-GeZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/YMstbgiHK28/s400/DSCN7989.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569805393297045906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ormal and everyone moves in unison, but that was not the case here.  The men all moved and at their own pace, some of them were struggling a bit to load their guns, not all of the guns would go off when were fired, and they wouldlook at each other for help.  But they were all so cheerful and flamboyant, that it didn't matter!  They were just these adorable old men, and I may have taken a lot of pictures of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN! On Monday after my Danish class in Svendborg, me and the other exchange students were walking around the town, and we saw a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TUv06KuMT0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Tpk0EoPlXOQ/s1600/DSCN7973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TUv06KuMT0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Tpk0EoPlXOQ/s400/DSCN7973.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569814644321439554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ton of people gathered around with news cameras.  Being optimistic we thought it might be the Queen or the Prince.  No such luck.  But it was two social democrats from Denmark and they were handing out apples and talking to the press.  So we decided to chat with them and take pictures like all of the other paparazzi.  Even though they weren't big celebrities, us exchange students still were excited meeting them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last story happened just yesterday.  Lise and I were sitting in my room, when we heard a little bell ringing.  It was the ice cream truck!  I got really excited because it's been years since I've seen an ice truck.  So being a typical exchange student, I whipped out my camera and stood outside the door until he drove by so I could get a picture of a Danish ice cream truck!  But as he drove by, he saw me standing outside, and I think he thought I wanted to buy ice cream, so he started backing up into our driveway!  Lise and I were just giggling because we didn't really know what to do.  So then Anette came outside and explained to him that I was an exchange student and simply wanted a picture of his truck.  He was very kind and said I could take as many pictures as I'd like, but he told Anette that he couldn't talk with me because he didn't speak English.  I quickly relieved his worries and told him I was fully capable of speaking Danish!  He was quite impressed, and I was satisfied with my ice cream truck photos :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TUv2_haB45I/AAAAAAAAAOY/4qMk_x_kt2M/s1600/DSCN8052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TUv2_haB45I/AAAAAAAAAOY/4qMk_x_kt2M/s400/DSCN8052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569816935333487506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to catch the train soon.  I'm going to Vejle for the weekend to celebrate and exchange student's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is enjoying the snow back home!&lt;br /&gt;All for now,&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-2452667684805540270?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/2452667684805540270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-got-out-of-school-at-10-am-today-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/2452667684805540270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/2452667684805540270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-got-out-of-school-at-10-am-today-i.html' title='The Little Things'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TUvsfr-GeZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/YMstbgiHK28/s72-c/DSCN7989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-9174903968755755171</id><published>2011-01-23T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T13:32:49.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of Everything</title><content type='html'>So on Thursday, it was my half birthday.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTybziE8enI/AAAAAAAAALc/VSuAi-onPjY/s1600/DSCN7712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTybziE8enI/AAAAAAAAALc/VSuAi-onPjY/s320/DSCN7712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565494549146270322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a joke, I wrote it on the family calendar,  however, my family thought it was a great idea to celebrate it!  Usually this wouldn't be celebrated, or barely even mentioned, but since I won't be able to celebrate my real birthday in Denmark, my half birthday was good enough!  I made macaroni and cheese for dinner, and then we celebrated.  We made half of a lagkage (layer cake), we put Danish flags up all over the house, we sang, and I even got a few presents :)  My class also sang Happy (half) Birthday to me at school, and I brought in &lt;a href="http://www.aarhus-fest-dinner.dk/images/stories/arni_nu/flode-5-stor.gif"&gt;flødeboller&lt;/a&gt; for everyone to eat.  It was a terrific half birthday, and I'm very glad that I got to experience (half of) a Danish birthday.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thursday was also my first guitar lesson!  Okay, technically it was my third.. but it was the first one I actually got to go to.  January 6th was suppose to be my first lesson; so I biked up to the Music School, cluelessly walked around for 15 minutes, finally decided to call my teacher only to find out he was sick and classes were cancelled.  The second lesson I was suppose to have was on January 13th, and for some reason I completely spaced it out, and consequently missed that lesson.  So last Thursday at 5 o'clock, I biked up to the Music school with my guitar, walked up the stairs (now knowing where I was to go), met my teacher Niels, and was then told my class didn't start until 6:30.... So I biked home, relaxed for a bit and then biked back to the Music School.  Finally I got to have my guitar lesson, and it went really well!  At first I was worried that it would be a little difficult for me to learn how to play guitar in Danish, and that maybe I wouldn't understand everything Niels was teaching me, but it was no problem at all!  I feel like these will be really fun lessons, and I'm excited to learn more.  I'm now practicing my new song for next weeks lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes surprise myself with how much Danish I know.  I've been here for almost 6 months already (eek!) but with so many English speakers here, people say that it's hard to actually learn Danish.  And that is true, but I remember when I was first learning Danish, my classmates would teach me new words and phrases in Danish everyday. And when we were all hanging out and they were chatting away in Danish, I wouldn't let me speak to me in English the whole time because I really, really wanted to learn Danish!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTyda5xeZlI/AAAAAAAAALk/MQ4cspQwqwY/s1600/DSCN7611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTyda5xeZlI/AAAAAAAAALk/MQ4cspQwqwY/s400/DSCN7611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565496325033584210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My classmates have been a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; help with my Danish, along with my families, but I still feel like I've learned the most from other exchange students.  It's so easy to talk to them, and that's probably because we feel most comfortable with each other, and we can understand each other even when we say or pronounce things completely wrong.   But for example, with the other exchange students at my school, we only speak Danish together because there isn't any other language that we all know well enough to communicate in.  And when we're all together, we can just sit and talk for hours with each other in Danish, and it's such a great feeling!  If we don't know a word, we either attempt to describe it using other words we know (and lots of hand motions), or we just make something up..  I still feel like it's easier to understand Danish than to speak it, but when I'm speaking it at home, at school, with friends and with other exchange students, I know it's only getting better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I was in Copenhagen visiting our Uncle and his two daughters, Anne and Beatriz.  It's Beatriz's Birthday on Wednesday so we celebrated that while we were there.  I also took a walk along the beach with Anette and Torben, and it was just gorgeous outside.  Blue skies, not too cold, WINDMILLS galore; I loved it.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTyeDiNFyOI/AAAAAAAAALs/o0G5tcGzihc/s1600/DSCN7826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTyeDiNFyOI/AAAAAAAAALs/o0G5tcGzihc/s400/DSCN7826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565497023081597154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last day there, Anette, Torben, Stig, Lise and I took a little trip into the city and walked around so I could see a little bit more Copenhagen culture.  We went to the Round Tower, a 17th century tower that you can walk to the top of, but instead of stairs, there's a round ramp that leads all the way up.  At the very top you can look out and see Copenhagen's beautiful skyline, and this is actually Europe's oldest functioning astronomy observatory!  It was another beautiful day outside, so the view from the top of the tower was great.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTyfeWpcQzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/sEwRKrlFrLc/s1600/DSCN7928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTyfeWpcQzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/sEwRKrlFrLc/s320/DSCN7928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565498583347381042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And as we were at the top, it was noon, so all of the church bells around us started ringing :)  Then on the way down, we decided to run down the 210 meter long ramp, which was also quite fun!  After the Round Tower, we got some kabobs and falafels for lunch, used an underground bathroom, and then drove back to our wonderful island of Fyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all of a sudden it's Monday again! The weeks are just flying by way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;All the best,&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-9174903968755755171?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/9174903968755755171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-bit-of-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/9174903968755755171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/9174903968755755171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-bit-of-everything.html' title='A Little Bit of Everything'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTybziE8enI/AAAAAAAAALc/VSuAi-onPjY/s72-c/DSCN7712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-9180839538066573901</id><published>2011-01-11T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T15:09:20.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>Yes yes, I know. I'm a horrible blogger.  But I'm just too busy having fun and living the good ol' Danish life! Instead of writing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; much, I'll give you a few pictures to update you on what I've been up to for the past few weeks!  You can always check out my picture share website for more pictures &lt;a href="http://www.keepandshare.com/photo/show.php?i=1276435&amp;cat=0"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTTJuO1J5CI/AAAAAAAAALU/NOQHiY4t4vY/s1600/DSCN6420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTTJuO1J5CI/AAAAAAAAALU/NOQHiY4t4vY/s320/DSCN6420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563293235801613346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTS61irLE0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/UPMwh7dAv28/s1600/DSCN6454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTS61irLE0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/UPMwh7dAv28/s320/DSCN6454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563276868713124674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Got my name on the mailbox! I'm officially a member of the Birkenfeldt household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This here is my new host family! They're great :)  Stig (11), me, Anette, Torben, and Lise (13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Christmas/ Jul! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTS59-o8apI/AAAAAAAAAKs/US2Ja6ODKzE/s1600/IMG_2549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTS59-o8apI/AAAAAAAAAKs/US2Ja6ODKzE/s320/IMG_2549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563275914147293842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas in Denmark is very exciting! In early December we all sat around the tabe and picked out which decorations we wanted in our room, and then we went around and decorated the rest of the house.  Most of the decorations are homemade.  We also made these candle holders that we set around the house.  We also made a ton of Christmas candy and treats.  Then on the 24th, after decorating the tree, setting the table decorations, and lighting all of the candles, we ate our dinner.  This consisted of turkey, peeled and boiled potatoes, caramel potatoes, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTSqH6_ZBKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/w-RAH5jyJGo/s1600/DSCN7055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTSqH6_ZBKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/w-RAH5jyJGo/s320/DSCN7055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563258492780348578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;red cabbage, and ris ala made for dessert.  It's a tradition to put one whole almond in the dessert, and whoever finds it gets a present!  There were accidentally 2 whole almonds, though, so Lise and I both found one, and both got little presents :)  After eating, we lit the candles on the tree ( I thought this was a dangerous idea but none of them seemed too worried about it) and then we held hands and sang songs as we danced around the Christmas tree! The last song we sing is "Nu er det Jul igen" which means "now it is Christmas again" and we run around the entire house singing this song.  It's quite exciting!  Then we opened presents, drank coffee/tea and ate the treats we had baked, and sat around and talked for the rest of the evening!  Stig completely forgot about waiting until the next day to open his presents, so he didn't get to try out the American way of holding Christmas, but maybe next year, he said!  All in all, it was an absolutely wonderful Christmas :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTTC0tyNCHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/f4HAY_mBOpw/s1600/DSCN7133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTTC0tyNCHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/f4HAY_mBOpw/s320/DSCN7133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563285650608556146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) SWEDEN! I finally got to travel outside of Denmark.  Not that I want to leave this fantastic country, but a little traveling is always fun!  I was in Copenhagen with some exchange students and we decided to take the train on over to Sweden for the day and get some lunch there! So we went some place very Swedish to eat.. Ikea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTTHLc1f8NI/AAAAAAAAALE/ftUlW4iFP0E/s1600/DSCN7214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTTHLc1f8NI/AAAAAAAAALE/ftUlW4iFP0E/s320/DSCN7214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563290439242477778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) 2011- It's going to be a great year!  New Years Eve was celebrated at my friend Frederikke's house.  It was 6 of us girls, and we decided to have a fancy new years eve party with nice dresses, and elegant food (which was extremely delicious) as we watched the Queen  give her New Years Eve speech on TV.  New Years in Denmark is celebrated just about the same as we do it in the US; they get together with friends and family, they set off fireworks, they have noise makers and confetti.  But it was a great night and it was very fun to come into the new year in Denmark!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTTIRt6fP1I/AAAAAAAAALM/lGA--39rjY0/s1600/DSCN7270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTTIRt6fP1I/AAAAAAAAALM/lGA--39rjY0/s320/DSCN7270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563291646417649490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll attempt to post a few more updates in the next couple of days, but I can't promise anything because it is actually a busy week for me.  We've got 2 new exchange students coming to our school tomorrow, I've got volleyball, guitar lessons, and my half birthday to celebrate (since I don't get to spend my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;actual&lt;/span&gt; birthday in Denmark) and on Friday I'm heading to Copenhagen for the weekend!  But I'll do my best to keep you all posted :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy (very late) New Years!&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-9180839538066573901?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/9180839538066573901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/01/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/9180839538066573901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/9180839538066573901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2011/01/update.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TTTJuO1J5CI/AAAAAAAAALU/NOQHiY4t4vY/s72-c/DSCN6420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-2721443155517353804</id><published>2010-12-23T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T01:22:24.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>So I've now moved in with my second host family, (I've actually been living with them for almost a month now) and I love them just as much as my first family!  I finally have a sister, Lise, something I've begged my parents for my entire life, and my younger brother Stig is hilarious.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TRRZxG40tiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UNmuTk8avmc/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-23%2Bat%2B15.25%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TRRZxG40tiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UNmuTk8avmc/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-23%2Bat%2B15.25%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554162940652074530"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were originally supposed to be my first family, but they were switched to my second because they live closer to the school so it's easier for me to bike there in the winter with all of the snow.  Speaking of, we have a ton of snow in Denmark now!  They rarely have a white Christmas (I think they told me this was the third time in the past 40 years they've had a snow for Christmas) so this is something special! We've got about a half meter of snow covering the ground, but since it's so windy here, there's huge drifts that are over a meter high.  Usually when they get snow here, it disappears after a few days, but there's been snow here since the end of November.  Christmas time here is adorable, though, and with all of the snow, it's even better! Unfortunately, Denmark is completely flat, so there's no place to go downhill skiing or snowboarding.  But I have been out cross country skiing several times and the scenery is gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;I've been on winter break since last Friday, and the other 3 exchange students at my gymnasium and I were asked to give some sort of presentation on the last day.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TROWc4nnnbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/viejM7_31b4/s1600/DSCN6944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TROWc4nnnbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/viejM7_31b4/s320/DSCN6944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553948188457016754"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we put together a little Christmas film! We shared it with  the whole school at our Christmas assembly, and it was really fun! We also danced around the Christmas tree at school (a Danish Christmas tradition) and we sang songs and had a hyggelig time! You can watch the video at the bottom :)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Christmas here, though! They celebrate Christmas the evening of the 24th, so it'll be interesting to wake up on the 25th and already have opened all of my presents.  But Stig is going to wait until the 25th to open his presents; he says he wants to try it the "American style".  We'll see if he can actually wait that long :)&lt;br /&gt;One more little update, I get to start taking guitar lessons after New Years! I'm so excited for this, and Rotary has even offered to pay for my lessons. How amazing :) I love Rotary, and I love my year here in Denmark! Congrats to all of the students back home who just found out which country they'll be going to next year!  It honestly will be the most amazing year of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a9f2e50a43dc4f63" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da9f2e50a43dc4f63%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331325055%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13CDBD1C4834675FB865EE7D7B655AEBB4DC4AD0.2DB75261910BE840221E3875894476F0E0BDA034%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da9f2e50a43dc4f63%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWz1hvzo98WEgqhUq-k0hk0C98BQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da9f2e50a43dc4f63%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331325055%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13CDBD1C4834675FB865EE7D7B655AEBB4DC4AD0.2DB75261910BE840221E3875894476F0E0BDA034%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da9f2e50a43dc4f63%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWz1hvzo98WEgqhUq-k0hk0C98BQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glædelig Jul! Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-2721443155517353804?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/2721443155517353804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/12/december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/2721443155517353804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/2721443155517353804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/12/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TRRZxG40tiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UNmuTk8avmc/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-23%2Bat%2B15.25%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-1756421959773600101</id><published>2010-12-07T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T13:56:09.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Time Does Fly</title><content type='html'>So I wanted to give a little pep talk to the upcoming Rotary exchangers before their interviews, but unfortunately I’m a poor blogger and now I’m too late. BUT, I can still give you some timely information on the amazing year that is ahead of you.  Like many of the other exchangers are saying, it’s hard to think that a year ago was when we made our decisions on which countries we wanted to travel to.  Being one of the younger ones, I had many countries that I could still choose from.  I remember going into the cafeteria where all of the tables and booths were set up, and not knowing at all where I wanted to go.  I had no specific place in mind, and no real requirements either.  So I sloooowwwly made my way around the room, stopping at just about every booth.  Now to be honest, I really don’t know why, but something about Denmark caught my attention, and after I left the booth, I knew that that was where I wanted to go.  Everything about it sounded appealing to me, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.  I continued to look at the other countries, and liked many of them, but Denmark still stuck on top as my number one choice.  Making the decision of which other 4 countries to put on my list was probably the most difficult one I’ve ever made.  I was just barely young enough to go to Denmark (actually I was about 10 days too old, but they said that didn’t matter), so if I didn’t get my first pick, I needed to have my other choices be ones that I really liked as well.  Unfortunately, I liked them all about the same.  I was so eager and excited to just go anywhere and see anything! I think my mom and I sat in the library for about 3 hours while I tried to decide what to put next on my list.  (I think I ended up putting Ecuador, South Africa, Sweden, and Chile.)  But after it was all done, I had to wait. Those waiting weeks seemed to take forever.  &lt;br /&gt;I remember the day that everyone got their countries; Mia was the one who informed me first about where she was going. She was jumping around in our Spanish class yelling Argentina!  I was so excited that we were finally finding out where we were going to be spending the next year of our lives! The next hour, Beret left school so she could go home and check her mailbox, and she and Aletha found out they were headed to Brazil!  I remember sitting in the yearbook room with Carly and Stina, and we were all trying to call our parents and have them check the mail to see if we had gotten our letters yet. &lt;br /&gt;Since no one was home, I decided to also leave school (I only had study hall left that day) and see if my letter had arrived.  It hadn’t.  So I waited as patiently as I could until the mail came.  My mom came home from work, and as she stepped out of the car I noticed she had the mail in her hand! I ran outside and started searching through it all, until I finally found the letter &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TP6q3ZnhtPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/scNDyFyEnRc/s1600/DSCN6115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TP6q3ZnhtPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/scNDyFyEnRc/s320/DSCN6115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548059659713230066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;addressed to me.  I was freaking out, (and I’m getting all excited right now as I write this because it was such a happy day!) I opened it up, and didn’t even read what the first part said, all I was looking for was a country name, and sure enough, DENMARK was written on the first line :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being here for 4 months now, I couldn’t be happier with my choice!  I honestly love it here.  And sure, there are some days when it’s dark and rainy, and I wonder why I didn’t chose some place warm and sunny, but I take one look around, and I see all of the amazing people I’ve met, and all of the extraordinary things I’ve learned, and all of the unforgettable memories I’ve made, and I realize how lucky I am to be here and that there is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; place I would rather be.  So whether it was the delicious food that caught my attention, or their eco-friendliness, or maybe even the cute boy that was working at the booth, I’m so glad I fell in love with Denmark and I’m so very glad that I get to spend my year here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TP6oeQVeGfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dbRCERUHDyM/s1600/DSCN6305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TP6oeQVeGfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dbRCERUHDyM/s320/DSCN6305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548057028701592050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of you who have just finished choosing your hopeful destinations for next year, just know that whether you get your first choice, or you get a country that wasn’t even on your list, you will have the most incredible year ever.  Rotary gives you such an amazing opportunity to grow and to learn so much more about yourself.  You get the chance to meet people from all over the world, and to experience new cultures and ways of living.  I can’t thank Rotary enough for giving me this opportunity.  These past four months have been phenomenal, and I it’s crazy how fast the time is going by.  The “Oldies” only have a few more weeks left here, and I can't imagine what it’s going to be like to say goodbye.  But best of luck to all of you! And no matter what the other exchangers have told you, Denmark really is the best country, so I hope you put it down on your list :)&lt;br /&gt;All for now,&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-1756421959773600101?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/1756421959773600101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-time-does-fly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/1756421959773600101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/1756421959773600101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-time-does-fly.html' title='And Time Does Fly'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TP6q3ZnhtPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/scNDyFyEnRc/s72-c/DSCN6115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-3987200230770598095</id><published>2010-11-26T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T11:55:02.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Dinner</title><content type='html'>I apologize for not updating the blog in a while, but as you can guess, I've been very busy!&lt;br /&gt;But being that yesterday was Thanksgiving, and I'm in love with Thanksgiving food, I decided to attempt to cook some!  Now this may seem like a scary thought to some- Heidi working in the kitchen all day with knives and hot surfaces- but I can assure you that very little harm was done.&lt;br /&gt;I told my host family that I would make my favorite dishes, which included green bean casserole, corn casserole, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, and of course the turkey! So I started out by emailing my grandma to get as many tips as possible on how to actually make this all! (I also spent many days researching recipes and watching a few YouTube videos.) The trickiest part of this whole ordeal, was not going to be actually making them, but finding all of the ingredients! Denmark doesn't believe in canned food, only fresh food, so I had to find substitutes for a lot of the recipes.  Since they don't have canned pumpkin for the pie, I decided to go with butternut squash pie instead (it tastes basically the same). I figured it will probably all taste much more delicious being completely homemade from scratch, but it would also mean more work for me to do. So I asked a few of my friends from school if they wanted to help make an American Thanksgiving meal and then we could all eat together! They were completely thrilled, to say the least.  So I wrote down the recipes for all of my dishes, and I showed it to Susanne, and we went shopping! We only had a few problems while shopping; we didn't know what nutmeg in Danish was, so we couldn't buy any, and we couldn't find a turkey... kind of an important part of Thanksgiving.  We went to several different grocery stores before we finally found a full turkey, and there were only 3 of them.  We took the biggest :)  When we got home with all of our groceries, Søren knew what nutmeg in Danish was (muskat) and it turns out they had some at home, so we got lucky!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night I made the pie and it smelled sooo delicious! I had to leave a little note out for Søren and Niels, reminding them that they were not allowed to eat it until Thursday night.  The next day I came home from school around noon and began cooking.  We only have one tiny oven, so I baked the casseroles first, and then put the turkey in the oven.  This was the tricky part.  We didn't have  big enough roasting pan, or one with a lid really, so we ended up putting it in a cooking bag and then just setting it on the oven tray.  I wasn't really sure if this would work out, (to be honest I wasn't sure if &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; of it would turn out..) but we didn't have any other option really.  Then around 3 o'clock, Anne Katrine, Frederikke, and Cecilie came over to help me out, but at this point there wasn't much for us to do so we sat around and chatted (in Danish) and played guitar and sang Christmas songs! Tonight we have our school's birthday party, where all of the students, parents, and teachers come the the gymnasium and eat together, and then there's a dance party afterwards.  Apparently this is as close to prom as it gets here, but only the 3rd graders (seniors) are supposed to dress up really nicely.  Anyways, each class is suppose to decorate their table according to the theme, which was the four elements of life, and the four of us were in charge of candle holders. So we took some carrots, potatoes, and parsnip and cut out little holes to make the cutest candle holders ever! Then we got back to our Thanksgiving food, and we made the cranberry sauce, stuffing, and mashed potatoes.  This is where my casualty occurred.  As I was peeling potatoes, I accidentally peeled off the tip of my finger... oops. Luckily, both my parents are vets so they have a lot of first aid-like items at home! So no worries, my finger is okay :)  We finished making the rest of the dinner and then all seven of us sat down to table FULL of delicious looking food. I couldn't believe how well everything turned out! The turkey wasn't dry, the stuffing wasn't too soggy, and nothing was burnt.  It was a miracle! I never would have guessed that I could make such a meal, but I guess Denmark has done me well! We prayed before eating, (something they had probably never done before) and then dug in! They loved it. They told me that they had never tasted anything like it before; they had had mashed potatoes before, but they usually just eat boiled potatoes, and they have turkey, but it's pretty rare to eat.  I think the most different for them was the butternut squash pie.  It has that smooth texture and they just found that to be the weirdest thing ever.  We had some leftover pie, so Susanne said I should just bring it to school for everyone to taste.  I brought it to lunch and shared it with 4 guys from my class (everyone else was setting up for the party) and they devoured it.  Søren and his friends were a little upset I didn't save any for them, so I might be making another soon!  I'm also making another corn casserole to bring to the school birthday party dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a very very successful Thanksgiving in Denmark! &lt;br /&gt;I switch host families on Sunday, and I can't believe how fast 4 months has gone by! It's going to be a little weird switching, but I think it will be all be just fine! I'm very lucky to have such amazing host families :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I almost forgot to mention that we have SNOW! I'm so excited, but the Danes are all very worried because they normally don't get snow until after Christmas, so this is very unusual.   It's perfect winter weather weather for me right now, about 30 degrees Farenheit, but it's freezing cold for everyone else.  I got to bike in the snow yesterday, and it's a bit difficult because sometimes your tires slide on the snow and slip on the ice, and today during our mid-class break, a few of us went outside and had a mini snowball fight.  &lt;br /&gt;You can check out pictures from Thanksgiving &lt;a href="http://www.keepandshare.com/photo/show.php?i=1276435&amp;cat=0"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;All for now!&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-3987200230770598095?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/3987200230770598095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-to-make-thanksgiving-food-for-first.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/3987200230770598095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/3987200230770598095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-to-make-thanksgiving-food-for-first.html' title='Thanksgiving Dinner'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-7211752301587142115</id><published>2010-11-09T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:23:07.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyggelig</title><content type='html'>Hyggelig (pronounced hoo-guh-lee) is a Danish word that I absolutely love.  It has no direct English translation, but it basically means being comfortable, happy, cozy, and content all at once.  Hyggelig is staying up all night with a classroom full of exchange students all speaking different languages.  Hyggelig is relaxing at the summer house playing cards with your family while your little sister braids your hair.  Hyggelig is sitting in the aisle of a crowded train with the rest of your classmates, playing guitar and singing songs.  And that’s exactly what I’ve been doing in the past week!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TNl5SS3kjLI/AAAAAAAAAII/K7-47UF6A_M/s1600/DSCN5798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TNl5SS3kjLI/AAAAAAAAAII/K7-47UF6A_M/s200/DSCN5798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537590572038261938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been on 3 different trips around Denmark since last Friday, with less than 12 hours in between the first and second, and only about 30 minutes in between the second and third trip. My first adventure was to Holbæk for the Rotary Halloween party. It was a pretty casual Get Together put on by ex-exchange students from Denmark, and of course it was a blast (as all Rotary events are). We danced, sang, took millions of pictures, carved pumpkins (which most of them had never done before), and ate Danish food!  This was the last Get Together for the “Oldies” so it was pretty emotional at the end as we were all saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;For my next journey I went to Copenhagen &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TNl7z0rbdyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7aRANPIv43Q/s1600/76501_501680855147_703190147_7802997_534286_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TNl7z0rbdyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7aRANPIv43Q/s200/76501_501680855147_703190147_7802997_534286_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537593347073079074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for 3 days with the music half of my class.  The International half of my class went to Germany for those days to stay with host families there, but since I don’t know any German at all, they thought it was best that I went with the music class instead. I completely agreed. We stayed in a hotel right in downtown Copenhagen with rooms that had three triple bunk beds in them so we slept 9 to a room. Very hyggelig :) Our schedule for the 3 days consisted of a Danish musical, a ballet, tour of the Opera House, and a Beatles dance/musical performance (probably my favorite).  We also had time to walk around and shop in Copenhagen which is always very fun!  On our way home, our train from Odense back to Ringe was canceled, so we had to wait about 40 minutes for the next train.  While we were waiting, the other half of our class showed up at the train station too!  They has just returned from Germany with some German exchange students that would now be staying with them for a few days, so we all got to take the train home together!  We all sat together and in the aisles and had a wonderful 20 minute train ride home :)&lt;br /&gt;My last trip of the week was to Fjellerup which is on what is called the “nose” of Denmark on Jylland.  I went to the summer house here with my second host family and a two other families. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TNl-F6I57rI/AAAAAAAAAIY/aNrxmxWhvyE/s1600/DSCN5906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TNl-F6I57rI/AAAAAAAAAIY/aNrxmxWhvyE/s200/DSCN5906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537595856799788722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had met my second host mom and dad before, but this was my first time meeting Lise, my 13 year old sister, and Stig, my 10 year old brother.  I absolutely love them!  They are so full of energy and always making jokes and playing games; there is never a dull moment, and I love it!  We played card games, made pancakes, went on walks along the beach and through the fields (so gorgeous!), visited a beautiful Glass Museum in Ebeltoft, shopped in Randers, and spoke Danish the entire time.  Stig and Lise don’t think they’re very good at English (they’r mother thinks otherwise) so we only spoke Danish, which was really good for me!  There were times when they would all start talking too fast for me to understand, or they would say a word that I had never heard of before, but for the most part I could understand them.  But I’m back home with my first host family now, and speaking as much Danish as I can.  I switch host families on November 28, so I think I’ll be staying put until then.&lt;br /&gt;It’s kind of crazy to think that 101 days ago (yesterday was my 100th day in Denmark by the way- time needs to slow down) I didn’t know anything about this language or this culture, and now I’m speaking it and understanding it and living in it!  Sometimes when I say something in Danish, I stop and think ‘Was I just talking in English? That sounded too natural to be Danish..’  It’s a weird feeling, but a good one at the same time!  &lt;br /&gt;Well I’m going out to dinner with the family now! Henrik is home on break from school for a while, and Niels passed some sort of veterinarian inspection today, so it’s a special occasion :)&lt;br /&gt;All the best,&lt;br /&gt;Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-7211752301587142115?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/7211752301587142115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/11/hyggelig.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/7211752301587142115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/7211752301587142115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/11/hyggelig.html' title='Hyggelig'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TNl5SS3kjLI/AAAAAAAAAII/K7-47UF6A_M/s72-c/DSCN5798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-8600531837605074832</id><published>2010-10-26T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T05:55:45.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Efterårsferie</title><content type='html'>This past week we had fall break (efterårsferie) in Denmark.  It’s an entire week off, and most people use this time to travel around Denmark, or around neighboring countries.  Søren went to Belgium, France, Germany, and Spain to visit friends from his exchange to Australia, and I stayed in Denmark and visited all of my friends here!  I was with different people every day and doing something new every day as well.  I kept very busy (which I love) so my efterårsferie was simply delightful!&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the exciting things I did over my break:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I went to Fredericia on Jylland and met Denmark’s best guitarist (in his age group).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TMbAghzuxUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Ekkcj4EVAyQ/s1600/DSCN5345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TMbAghzuxUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Ekkcj4EVAyQ/s200/DSCN5345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532320857334924610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Made the world’s most delicious banana chocolate cake!&lt;br /&gt;-Ate pigeon. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;-Carved pumpkins and cooked the pumpkin seeds.&lt;br /&gt;-Had a movie night with all of the girls in my class.&lt;br /&gt;-Ate Turkish candy while at a sleep over with Turkish exchange students.&lt;br /&gt;-Went to Odense to the Harry Potter Festival with a few exchange students from Canada and the U.S. (unfortunately I missed the day that J.K. Rowling was there..) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TMa5r9Jz6qI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LXwpzDGojxQ/s1600/DSCN5427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TMa5r9Jz6qI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LXwpzDGojxQ/s200/DSCN5427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532313357072460450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Took a train to Copenhagen with Missy and met up with our friend Manuel from Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;-Got to see Nyhavn, the Opera House, and the Queen’s Palace in Copenhagen.&lt;br /&gt;-Made American/Mexican/Danish burritos.&lt;br /&gt;-Made a cookies. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TMa5sJTeYTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/t7AQxSUliMY/s1600/DSCN5678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TMa5sJTeYTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/t7AQxSUliMY/s200/DSCN5678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532313360334217522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Met some of the oldies (exchange students that have been in Denmark for 9 months already) and spoke some Danish with them!&lt;br /&gt;-Met up with more Mexican and Brazilian exchange students in Copenhagen and got to speak Spanish the whole day with them :)&lt;br /&gt;-Went to Frederiksborg Castle with Susanne, my brother Jens, his girlfriend Mathilde, and Grandma Nina.&lt;br /&gt;-Got a boat tour of Copenhagen.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TMa5sQ6mklI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pPSFmCDbzis/s1600/DSCN5699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TMa5sQ6mklI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pPSFmCDbzis/s200/DSCN5699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532313362377380434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ate at a running sushi bar with Jens,Mathilde,  Susanne, and Henrik. (I didn’t know how much I loved sushi)&lt;br /&gt;-Saw the old Viking ships that were dug up from the bottom of a canal and rebuilt.&lt;br /&gt;-Went to Roskilde with Susanne and saw the outside of a beautiful famous church there; there was a concert going on inside so we couldn’t go in...&lt;br /&gt;-Came home and realized I had school the next morning. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think all the nonstop activity got to me, because I’ve got quite the cold and my body is just exhausted.  So today I’m taking a day off to recovery.  Susanne and Niels have been so extremely helpful and are taking very good care of me :)  Hopefully I’ll be better soon, because I’ve got more places to go and people to see, starting Friday with a Rotary get together in Hoelbæk.  The day I return from that, I’ve got a class trip to Copenhagen for 3 days, and then when I get back from that, I’m going to the summerhouse in Jylland with my second host family for a few days.  I really do love being busy, but I have to remember to slow down a bit and take care of myself.  Plus, there is so much to see and do everyday, I need to take some time to take it all in and remember all of the amazing experiences I’m having.  &lt;br /&gt;The weather here is getting colder, and the days are getting shorter.  Yesterday I biked to school in the dark... not fun... and the cars were covered in frost this morning, too.  There was suppose to be snow last Wednesday, but it turned out to be just really cold rain.  I’m pretty excited to have winter here, but I’ve been told that they don’t always have a white Christmas, which would be something new for me!  I secretly hope that there is snow on Christmas, though.&lt;br /&gt;As far as the language goes, I feel like I’m a bit of a pitstop right now.  I’m not learning as much as I did earlier, but that’s because I know all (or most) of the basic conversation words and phrases.  Now I just need to learn all of the other words.  And besides my Danish classes every Monday, the only way to do this is to speak Danish and keep asking questions!  So I feel like my skills are slowing down right now, but I’m still learning new words everyday, and I just have to use my Danish as much as possible to learn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a &lt;a href="http://www.keepandshare.com/photo/show.php?i=1276435&amp;cat=0"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; if you'd like to see some more photos of my exchange so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-8600531837605074832?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/8600531837605074832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/10/efterarsferie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/8600531837605074832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/8600531837605074832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/10/efterarsferie.html' title='Efterårsferie'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TMbAghzuxUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Ekkcj4EVAyQ/s72-c/DSCN5345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-4318304465053700459</id><published>2010-10-10T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T13:04:06.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Lovin It</title><content type='html'>Well it's been another great week here in Denmark!  I'll try not to make this too long, but here's a bit of what I've been up to in the past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday Oct 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TLHpWVDqxCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/i1JUpvZ3Q50/s1600/DSCN5129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TLHpWVDqxCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/i1JUpvZ3Q50/s320/DSCN5129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526454787579233314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Susanne and I drove over to Jylland, the main peninsula of Denmark, to the small town of Ribe.  It's Denmark's oldest town, and they happened to be having a their Fall Festival (similar to Crazy Daze in Nfld) when we arrived, so we bought a few homemade knit hats and some flowers from them.  We also climbed 251 stairs to the top of the church where you could look out over the entire town and see for miles in every direction because the land is so flat. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; We then drove south to a town called Uge where Susanne went to look at a horse's eye.  Our plan was to go to Germany afterwards and just buy a few things over the border, but her work took longer than expected so we didn't quite make it there. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Afterwards we drove to another town in Jylland and had dinner at her friend's (who was an exchange student in Massachusetts when she was younger).  We had some delicious food and then we started on the hour and half drive home. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday Oct 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Danish classes in Svendborg continue every Monday.  This day, though, all of the different countries went up and told about the school system in their country and how it's different from Denmark.  It was really interesting to learn about all of the other countries, and we did this all in Danish, of course, so that made it even more exciting :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; I attended another Rotary meeting in Ringe.  It wasn't for any special reason, but my counselor said that it would be one of the less boring meetings so he asked if I wanted to join!  He also told me that they were having a really good meal that night, so of course I went.  It was a good thing I went, because I got to meet the Rotary President of Denmark.  He has to go to all of the district meetings in all of Denmark, and in Lithuania, because apparently they're part of our Rotary program as well!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wednesday Oct 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; At school we had our first lesson, and then the second lesson was replaced with a live jazz performance for the entire school.  I'm not exactly sure why, but every now and then we have these large school assemblies and they cancel the classes and everyone gathers in the main commons for whatever event they have planned.  So far we've had a surviver from the Holocaust, a speech on "Sex and the City" and New York, and then this live jazz band.  They were very good, and it was a very hyggeligt (this is a danish word which has no direct english translation, but it basically means cozy and happy and fun and wonderful.  This word is used very often here) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; After school I biked to my friend Frederikke's house for a sleep over.  We had a challenge that she could only speak english and I could only speak danish for the whole night, and  it worked for most of the evening, but I was showing her some pictures from the U.S. and then prom and Beat Cancer came up so I switched to english so she could get the full effect :) Then she taught me how to play a few songs on the guitar and she helped me with some of my Danish homework and we ate the best pizza I have ever tasted; her mom made it and luckily there were leftovers so we took some with us for lunch the next day at school.  It was a wonderful night! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friday Oct 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TLIH_wa9vmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Cy9EIH5Zljs/s1600/DSCN5182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TLIH_wa9vmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Cy9EIH5Zljs/s320/DSCN5182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526488484648173154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At school there was a campaign going on during lunch to try and get Danish teenagers to not drink as much.  So they had these goggles that you could put on that blurred your vision and made it seem like you were drunk, and I'm not really sure how this was suppose to help, because most people had a great time playing around with the goggles, but supposably this was going to make them drink less. We'll see if that works.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; After school we had a Friday Café in the basement of the gymnasium, and then later that night there was a "musikklasse fest".   Even though I'm not really in the music class, I was still invited to the party.  It was for all three grades that are in the music class, so it was fun to meet some new people! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday and Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; I had two birthday parties on Saturday. Danish birthdays = Danish flags everywhere! And really good cake of course.  The first one was a brunch for Kaya, one of the exchange students from my gymnasium.  It was just a few of the exchange students there and it was very fun! The the other was for two girls in my class for their 18th birthday, also very fun. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; On Sunday I had my first volleyball tournament!  We played two other teams, and lost to both... but it was still a really fun day!  There were only six of us there, so we all got to play the whole time.  My host dad said that next time I have a tournament he'll come bring some cheerleaders to help my team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for now!&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-4318304465053700459?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/4318304465053700459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/10/still-lovin-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/4318304465053700459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/4318304465053700459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/10/still-lovin-it.html' title='Still Lovin It'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TLHpWVDqxCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/i1JUpvZ3Q50/s72-c/DSCN5129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-2679120756915512565</id><published>2010-09-22T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T01:27:08.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Jeg elsker snakke på dansk.&lt;/b&gt;  I love talking in danish.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the language is becoming more and more natural for me to speak, which is great! There's obviously a lot of words that I don't know yet, but I try to make do with what I know, and I am constantly asking how to say new words in danish.  My wonderful classmates have been extremely helpful with this, along with my host family, of course!  The other three exchange students at my gymnasium and I all speak danish to each other (or we attempt to) on our way to our danish lesson every Monday.  I think we feel more comfortable speaking danish to each other because we're in the same situation here, trying to learn the language and adjust to the culture, and if we make a mistake, it's completely okay, and no one cares.  And it's not that my danish friends would care if I made a mistake when speaking danish, but you feel more relaxed when you're talking to other exchange students.  But either way, I really enjoy it when I can speak to someone in danish.  It makes me happy :)&lt;br /&gt;I'll do a quick update, and then I'll give the run-down of an ordinary day here in Ringe, Denmark. &lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I took a family trip to northern Køpenhavn to meet Niels's mother, Nina, and to celebrate her birthday.  It was about a 2 hour drive and Søren and I watched  "How I Met Your Mother" the whole way.  Henrik, Jens and his girlfriend Mathilde,  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TJpsok2uRcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/g2F5c1Y9q6I/s1600/DSCN4995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TJpsok2uRcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/g2F5c1Y9q6I/s320/DSCN4995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519843737639732674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all met us there, as well as Nina's brother and several friends. We ate a lot of  delicious food, sang a few danish songs, spent many hours talking and drinking tea, and had some lovely cake.  We also drove to the beach (about 5 minutes away) and since it was a bit too cold to swim, we walked around and Susanne and Niels collected some mushrooms, which we enjoyed with our steak the next night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Mom, this is the part you've been waiting for:&lt;br /&gt;I get up around 7 20 every morning, usually by an alarm on my phone, and Susanne always comes in around 7 30 to make sure I haven't gone back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I eat breakfast at about 7 45, usually a bowl of cornflakes and toasted bread with cheese and homemade marmalade, and then Søren and I try to leave at 8 to get to school before 8 15.  It's about a 10 minute bike ride from my house to school, and on rainy days, we get to take the car. &lt;br /&gt;On my way to school I get to bike over "Ringe Lake" which is really &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TJp01XHEJSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HlKPuZMAHzI/s1600/DSCN4041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TJp01XHEJSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HlKPuZMAHzI/s320/DSCN4041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519852753381500194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more of a pond, but it's gorgeous! There's a path that goes around the whole thing, and then a path and bridge that goes through the middle of it.  There are so many ducks and swans on this lake, and sometimes you can barely go over the bridge because of all of the ducks.&lt;br /&gt;At school I have between one and three classes each day. Each class is 90 minutes with a 5 minute break in the middle, where students usually grab some bread form the canteen or have some fruit to eat. My classes are Danish, English, Spanish, Religion, Chemistry, Nature Geography, and History, and then I also have gym class once a week.  Spanish is an obvious favorite, and I really enjoy Danish as well, but I'm surprised at how much I like my Religion class.  Half the time I have no idea what is going on, but the teacher is really good at trying to help me and include me in the lessons. Today I had Danish for the first lesson, then Nature Geography, and I was done with school by 11 40. Usually I would just go home after this, but I like to hang out with my classmates at lunch, so sometime I'll stick around and eat with them. My host mom packs a lunch for Søren and me almost everday, usually consisting of two sandwiches, and an apple or plum picked straight from the trees in our garden :)&lt;br /&gt;We have 30 minutes for lunch, and then the third lesson begins.  Almost all students are done by 2, unless they have a fourth lesson, or some extra assignment.&lt;br /&gt;After my classes are finished, I bike home, have an after school snack, usually cereal or smørrebrød (an open-face sandwich), and then I basically have the rest of the day to whatever I would like! Somedays I'll hang out with friends after school, and we'll go downtown, to their house, or to Odense.  And since I'm in the music class, nearly all of the student know how to play guitar, and soon, I too will be able to play, thanks to some of my fabulous friends :)  Somedays I'll go on a run down the path in the backyard and take some pictures and visit the cows (we have a new baby calf that is adorable). I also have a very sweet, 13 year old neighbor girl named Maja who comes over and visits often.  She teaches me danish, and I help her with english!  And sometimes Søren and I will experiment with some food, and most times it's edible! I actually do a lot of cooking here.  Back home I rarely cooked, (for certain reasons...) but here everything is homemade and fresh, and I try to help out with making the food as much as I can.  On Tuesdays and Thursdays I also have volleyball practice at the gymnasium.&lt;br /&gt;We have dinner around 8 30.  The meal usually includes some sort of meat, peeled potatoes, salad, and rye bread.  Sometimes we'll have a small dessert afterwards, but danish dessert is not what I could call "dessert".  We've had yoghurt with sliced fruit for dessert, or pancakes (more like crepes), and if I'm lucky, a small piece of danish chocolate.  There isn't much for sweets here, and when I told them that I eat chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, their response was "But that's so unhealthy!"   They think it's a bit odd that we eat pancakes for breakfast, let alone &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;chocolate chip&lt;/span&gt; pancakes...&lt;br /&gt;Around 11 I'll usually start getting ready for bed, and then I do it all again the next day!&lt;br /&gt;It's quite the wonderful life!&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-2679120756915512565?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/2679120756915512565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-in-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/2679120756915512565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/2679120756915512565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-in-life.html' title='A Day in the Life'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TJpsok2uRcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/g2F5c1Y9q6I/s72-c/DSCN4995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-6930207304706353376</id><published>2010-09-13T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T14:42:38.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Adventures</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend was a very eventful and tiring one.  It started with sports day at the Gymnasium, which was a blast! Instead of having classes on Friday, we all signed up two different activities that we wanted to do for about and hour and a half each.  I signed up for yoga (of course), and square dancing, but something must have gotten mixed up because instead of yoga, i was put on the list to do combat, which is some sort of martial arts/self-defense mixed with dance... quite interesting, but it actually turned out to be really fun, but very tiring!  Then at the end of the day, they had a class tug-of-war contest.  My musical class is not the strongest, so weren't too concerned about winning.  For the past 2 years, the sports class has won this competition, but this year, Søren's class, the "nerd" class, beat them.  It was the most intense game of tug-of-war I have ever seen!  So everyone in the gymnasium was very excited that the sports class was beat.  Afterwards there was a café in the basement of the school.  The teachers were selling beer to the students, (which still just blows my mind that that's normal for them) and they all thought it was weird of me to have chocolate milk instead, but they've got real good chocolate milk in Denmark!&lt;br /&gt;After the café, Søren headed to Copenhagen for the weekend, and I met up with Missy, the other Rotary student from Minnesota, at the train station, and we spent the weekend at my house in Ringe.  Missy is living in Faarborg, a town about 30 minutes away.  I told Niels and Susanne that we would make them an American meal for dinner, so the first thing we did when she arrived was head to the grocery store in search of some American food.  We didn't find much.  We were planning on making hamburgers with baked beans and potato chips, and brownies for dessert, but we couldn't find any baked beans, so we settled for beans in tomato sauce, and we also couldn't find any brownie mix, so we decided to rice krispie bars instead.  Also, apparently Oreos are a new thing in Denmark, because at the grocery there was an Oreo stand and the woman there was giving Oreos to people to try and she was telling them how you're supposed to twist them open and then dunk them in milk. It was quite entertaining to watch!  Ben&amp;Jerry's ice cream is also new in Denmark, so it's very expensive to buy at the stores, and they only have like three flavors of it.  We probably spent almost an hour in the grocery store, looking for different ingredients and such, and since neither one of are that good at cooking, we had to call a few people for advice, but it all turned out delicious! The burgers were nice and juicy, and we taught Niels and Susanne to eat the beans with potato chips :)  Then we brought out the dessert and they had never seen such a thing.  They seemed a bit skeptical about it at first, but they both ate it, so I think they liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TI6V6OZo05I/AAAAAAAAAFY/b1TV2VTSGs0/s1600/IMG_4446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TI6V6OZo05I/AAAAAAAAAFY/b1TV2VTSGs0/s320/IMG_4446.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516511421106017170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Missy and I went shopping in Odense, but we got there at 3pm, and apparently all of the shops close at 3 on Saturdays... so we just walked around and bought some ice cream while we waited to meet up with my parents and some neighbors for dinner.  Missy and I arrived to the restaurant before everyone else, so we were sitting around waiting and a waitress came over and asked us if we had reservations, and then we started talking to her in english and we told her we were meeting some other people here but we didn't know how many or if we had reservations.  Once everyone else got there, we were looking at the menu and Susanne was trying to describe what all of the food was, and the same waitress came over and handed us two english menus, which made the process much easier.  The food was delicious and it was fun to visit with all of the neighbors and test out some of our Danish with them.  &lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Missy's family came and picked us up at 8.30 and we headed over to Billund to Legoland.  It. Was. Amazing.  Everything there was made out of legos.  They had huge Lego statues all over the park, and they had a "Miniland" which had famous villages and buildings from all over the world, made of Legos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TI6V62Hn4OI/AAAAAAAAAFg/s3zPlVGnudE/s1600/DSCN4691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TI6V62Hn4OI/AAAAAAAAAFg/s3zPlVGnudE/s320/DSCN4691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516511431767875810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TI6WzC_3R3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/5BSm6Y3Yecs/s1600/DSCN4845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TI6WzC_3R3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/5BSm6Y3Yecs/s320/DSCN4845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516512397297665906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TI6XgvAAxSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/q-CzraDy32E/s1600/DSCN4873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TI6XgvAAxSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/q-CzraDy32E/s320/DSCN4873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516513182203561250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TI6V7oiU2BI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DJt5PbbHZm0/s1600/DSCN4732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TI6V7oiU2BI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DJt5PbbHZm0/s320/DSCN4732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516511445301647378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more than 20 million Legos in the miniland alone.  The Mount Rushmore statue in the picture was made up of over 1.5 million legos. Then there was also rollercoasters and other rides that you could go on, and they were all decorated with Legos and they would take you through paths that had different Lego themes with more huge Lego sculptures.  It truly was amazing that everything was made of Legos, and on a lot of the sculptures it said how many Legos it took to make it, and how long it took.  We spent the entire day here, and once again, it was exciting, but so very exhausting.  I slept very well that night.&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-6930207304706353376?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/6930207304706353376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/09/weekend-adventures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/6930207304706353376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/6930207304706353376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/09/weekend-adventures.html' title='Weekend Adventures'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TI6V6OZo05I/AAAAAAAAAFY/b1TV2VTSGs0/s72-c/IMG_4446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-7428279938527977120</id><published>2010-09-06T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T04:27:55.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egeskov Castle</title><content type='html'>In the past week I've been enjoying being back at school with my classmates, and also back at home with my wonderful host family.  On Thursday I went to a concert in Odense for a band called Dúné.  It was a free, outdoor concert and they were very good live.  I went with Soren, Missy (the other exchange student from Minnesota), and her host sister Marie-Louise.  There were so many people there, but somehow we managed to make our way to the front of the crowd during the concert. We stayed out a bit late for a school night, but it was worth it. &lt;br /&gt;My father, Niels, is a veterinarian who works with large animals, and on Sunday, he asked if I would like to come with to some of his "patient's" homes. I figured it would be some great bonding time, so I agreed to go along.  We went to 3 different farms on the Fyn Island and he helped a cow that couldn't stand up, a horse that wouldn't eat, and another horse who couldn't control it's saliva.  It was quite an interesting experience!  I got a tour around one of the farms and I got to see the robot milking machines that they use on the farm.  Once we returned home, Soren and I took a trip to Egeskov Castle in a town called Kværndrup.  This castle was amazing!  It was built in 1554, and is known for being built completely on oak piling in the middle of a lake.  It is the best preserved moat castle in Europe, and the current Duke actually lives there!  We took a tour around the upstairs floors of the castle and then we walked around the mazes and the museums around the castle.  The inside was gorgeous.  My favorite room in the castle was "Titania's Palace" which had a doll house in it that took 15 years to make.  The details on this doll house were incredible, and there were so many small pieces of furniture in it.  The museums around the castle had old fashioned cars, motorcycles and airplanes in them, along with several souvenir shops and dining areas.  Overall, it was a great day!  Here are a few photos from the concert and the castle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TIUaP3wueUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5KqclSBjrIs/s1600/DSCN4394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TIUaP3wueUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5KqclSBjrIs/s320/DSCN4394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513842178753722690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TIUaPcW4EDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZVNx8NAZYVQ/s1600/DSCN4374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TIUaPcW4EDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZVNx8NAZYVQ/s320/DSCN4374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513842171397541938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TIUdh5DEjDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ff_9OtynG6s/s1600/DSCN4461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TIUdh5DEjDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ff_9OtynG6s/s320/DSCN4461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513845786871630898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TIUaOlqT1DI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/f7XOY7RWZak/s1600/DSCN4243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TIUaOlqT1DI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/f7XOY7RWZak/s320/DSCN4243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513842156715103282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-7428279938527977120?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/7428279938527977120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/09/egeskov-castle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/7428279938527977120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/7428279938527977120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/09/egeskov-castle.html' title='Egeskov Castle'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TIUaP3wueUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5KqclSBjrIs/s72-c/DSCN4394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-3697344033559359128</id><published>2010-08-31T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T09:30:36.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro Camp</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, I came home from what can only be described as the best week of my life. The Rotary Intro Camp was a blast!  I had so much fun and I made so many new friends that I already miss, even though we've only been apart for two days.. For those of you on Facebook, you may have already seen the millions of photos from that week.  For those of you not on Facebook, I've got plenty of pictures here for you.  Our days were pretty routine at the camp.  Breakfast at 8, Danish class from 9 until 12, lunch, class again from 1 to 4, then we had some free time, dinner at 6, and then they usually had some sort of entertainment for us in the evening.  Our classes looked something like this: (You'll find me in the top left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0HzVV_ZyI/AAAAAAAAACI/lpmAZyMCfRg/s1600/45411_1422099067607_1086604431_31069685_4974943_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0HzVV_ZyI/AAAAAAAAACI/lpmAZyMCfRg/s320/45411_1422099067607_1086604431_31069685_4974943_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511570097455458082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food looked something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0I2A_5MjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mxSHeJogDi8/s1600/DSCN3933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0I2A_5MjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mxSHeJogDi8/s320/DSCN3933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511571243045302834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, just my food looked like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our free time consisted of pool, foosball, dance parties, and sitting around the couch singing and trading pins for our Rotary blazers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0L4W7AtlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Xp94UBHqLxA/s1600/DSCN3632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0L4W7AtlI/AAAAAAAAACY/Xp94UBHqLxA/s320/DSCN3632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511574581825025618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surprise entertainment included a cheesey Danish film, a live band performance by the Striving Vines, a bonfire with brød on a stick, soccer, and on the last night we had a dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0ODa9my-I/AAAAAAAAACg/ax5ylDjh9AU/s1600/46960_1498404454800_1074798078_31512453_5011583_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0ODa9my-I/AAAAAAAAACg/ax5ylDjh9AU/s320/46960_1498404454800_1074798078_31512453_5011583_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511576970911468514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0X3j7yeKI/AAAAAAAAACw/qOZy0CtyZPk/s1600/47070_1498398094641_1074798078_31512355_4513356_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0X3j7yeKI/AAAAAAAAACw/qOZy0CtyZPk/s320/47070_1498398094641_1074798078_31512355_4513356_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511587762277611682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, we took a trip to Viborg and got to walk around the town.  We were suppose to have a tour through the cathedral, but it was locked when we got there, but it was still a gorgeous little town to explore.  Then the buses took us to this hilltop with the most beautiful view!  We had scones and tea here, and then returned to the school for more Danish lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0auyMI--I/AAAAAAAAAC4/WmtejWq0bV8/s1600/DSCN3707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0auyMI--I/AAAAAAAAAC4/WmtejWq0bV8/s320/DSCN3707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511590910020352994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0bGIBNXsI/AAAAAAAAADA/5tdQktRmvTw/s1600/DSCN3743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0bGIBNXsI/AAAAAAAAADA/5tdQktRmvTw/s320/DSCN3743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511591311017074370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0dqF-VykI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YrfqJ6QdP8Q/s1600/DSCN0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0dqF-VykI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YrfqJ6QdP8Q/s320/DSCN0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511594127966718530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Friday we went to Århus to visit the Art Museum and do some shopping.  I bought some clothes and then most of us went out and bought a bunch of chocolate, because they were only feeding us healthy food at the camp, and we were in need of some sweets!  The art museum was actually really cool, and their most famous piece, "The Boy", is pictured here, along with the mirror room, and me by the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0fv7yIWlI/AAAAAAAAADY/k2o5fbCP_u8/s1600/DSCN0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0fv7yIWlI/AAAAAAAAADY/k2o5fbCP_u8/s320/DSCN0582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511596427333622354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0fwV17xFI/AAAAAAAAADg/_PZXv2JzjRc/s1600/DSCN0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0fwV17xFI/AAAAAAAAADg/_PZXv2JzjRc/s320/DSCN0574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511596434328896594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0fw_knRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/i6LmcdEpBys/s1600/DSCN3847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0fw_knRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/i6LmcdEpBys/s320/DSCN3847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511596445530539634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the classes we learned a few more basic phrases, the past, present perfect, present, and future tenses, and a ton of new vocabulary.  We also learned a new Danish song everyday.  Our teacher would show us a popular Danish music video and then we would get the lyrics and he would help us translate it all.  It was a fun way of learning some new words, and at the end of the week, everyone was singing these Danish songs :)&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of the camp, each class put on a little entertainment piece, and then the teachers all performed a few of the songs we had learned.  Then we had a dance and everyone was preparing to say goodbye in the morning.  It was the most exciting week, and I found it so amazing that there were so many different people from all over the world, all blending together and connecting so well!  I became really good friends with many of the Spanish speaking students, (they all thought it was really cool that I was almost fluent in Spanish), and with the Brazilians, because they always start the fun! My blazer is now full of pins of all kinds, and my wrists are crowded with bracelets and ribbons from all over as well!  The Brazilians had the most people by far, so of course I have a ton of Brazilian pins and scarves and bracelets now.  &lt;br /&gt;As much as I miss the Intro camp, it's nice to be back with my host family, and to go back to school.  I missed my classmates, and plus I get more sleep here than I did at the camp.  I'll leave you with a few more pictures from my amazing week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0shnMhMhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BbxXXPnpXOw/s1600/46892_10150277274285249_596655248_14633257_6963824_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0shnMhMhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BbxXXPnpXOw/s320/46892_10150277274285249_596655248_14633257_6963824_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511610474940150290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictured here is Missy (from my district in MN), Gustavo (My host brother from my 2nd host family is in Brazil right now living with Gustavo's family), Ayume (from Brazil), and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0shZctSzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/86-jVaiOdA0/s1600/41143_10150277385420249_596655248_14637475_5016823_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0shZctSzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/86-jVaiOdA0/s320/41143_10150277385420249_596655248_14637475_5016823_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511610471249955634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy and me with our Brazilians friends in our blazers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0shLV_JaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mRh82RFJ8Fg/s1600/44833_1378104021516_1499368714_30897937_696329_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0shLV_JaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mRh82RFJ8Fg/s320/44833_1378104021516_1499368714_30897937_696329_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511610467463669154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the exchange students from the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0sgvj3HZI/AAAAAAAAADw/DVh48aq6uJs/s1600/DSCN3980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0sgvj3HZI/AAAAAAAAADw/DVh48aq6uJs/s320/DSCN3980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511610460005670290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Tommy, and Missy, (we all flew to Denmark together).&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-3697344033559359128?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/3697344033559359128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/08/intro-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/3697344033559359128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/3697344033559359128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/08/intro-camp.html' title='Intro Camp'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TH0HzVV_ZyI/AAAAAAAAACI/lpmAZyMCfRg/s72-c/45411_1422099067607_1086604431_31069685_4974943_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-2268685260952906866</id><published>2010-08-21T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T11:58:04.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Danish Lessons</title><content type='html'>For the past week I have been attending a class in Svendborg, a town about 15 minutes away, for exchange students on the island of Fyn.  There were 14 of us in the class; 4 from Turkey, 2 from Japan, one from Thailand, 3 from Italy, one from Finland, one from Latvia, and 2, including me, from the USA.  The three other exchange students from my gymnasium were at the class as well, so we all took the train together to get to the class everyday.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TG-gvt0n_GI/AAAAAAAAABY/352LeFwS9mM/s1600/IMG_2073_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TG-gvt0n_GI/AAAAAAAAABY/352LeFwS9mM/s320/IMG_2073_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507797610912021602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was in kindergarten all over again- learning the ABC's, how to count to 100, the names of the months and days of the week, and learning to say the time, all in Danish of course.  The teacher only spoke to us in Danish (unless we were all really struggling) and she spoke very slowly and used many hand gestures to help us figure out what she was saying.  It worked though!  I can now say all of the previously mentioned, and several basic conversation pieces such as "How are you?" and "Can you please repeat that?" and "Can you please speak more slowly?".  Very useful.  The class continues every Monday from 8:30 to 12:30, for about another month or two.   My host family said I am picking up on the language very quickly, which is good because several of my classmates at the gymnasium said they would give me two months to learn Danish, and then they wouldn't speak any english to me! Quite the challenge, but I accepted. They've got a countdown going already, so I'm studying away! &lt;br /&gt;I attended my first Rotary meeting on Tuesday, and it was actually pretty exciting!  My counselor, Arvid, picked me up from my house and took me to the meeting which was only about 5 minutes away.  I was greeted by all of the Rotary members and they were all so excited that I could be there.  We  started out the meeting by singing a Danish song, just for fun, and then I introduced myself and told them where I was from (in Danish), and then we were served dinner.  After dinner we had coffee and tea, and then the Rotary members talked about an upcoming fundraiser they were putting on.  Afterwards they had a small break and several of the members were taking pictures with me and talking to me about the places they had traveled to, and that was about it!  The meeting continued for another hour, but Arvid took me home because he said it would put me to sleep if I had to listen to it.  He's great.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I left for the for the Rotary Intro Camp for a week in a town in northern Denmark called Randers.  I absolutely love it so far.  All of the Rotary Exchange students who are in Denmark are at this camp, so there's 150 of us, and it's a blast! So many people form so many different places, and we all act like we've known each other forever.  Here we have Danish lessons for 6 hours each day, but I'll get into more detail on the camp once it's finished.  The language isn't too difficult yet, and it's more similar to English than I expected.  Here are a few pictures from my first 3 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/THK_gmFG0wI/AAAAAAAAABg/NFxzY6R6P3A/s1600/DSCN3342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/THK_gmFG0wI/AAAAAAAAABg/NFxzY6R6P3A/s320/DSCN3342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508675860926223106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/THLCrfunLyI/AAAAAAAAABo/HjN_mgheINo/s1600/DSCN3417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/THLCrfunLyI/AAAAAAAAABo/HjN_mgheINo/s320/DSCN3417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508679346734706466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunkers on the western beaches, and the surfers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/THLDDYeC8bI/AAAAAAAAABw/6Wu2C5NlaKo/s1600/DSCN3399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/THLDDYeC8bI/AAAAAAAAABw/6Wu2C5NlaKo/s320/DSCN3399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508679757103034802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My puppy, Mali.  She came with us to the west coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/THLDTET7tlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oYZUWFdnDxY/s1600/DSCN3442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/THLDTET7tlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oYZUWFdnDxY/s320/DSCN3442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508680026569815634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delicious fish dinner that Niels cooked up!  One of the best meals I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-2268685260952906866?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/2268685260952906866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/08/danish-lessons.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/2268685260952906866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/2268685260952906866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/08/danish-lessons.html' title='Danish Lessons'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TG-gvt0n_GI/AAAAAAAAABY/352LeFwS9mM/s72-c/IMG_2073_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-1820253786656472918</id><published>2010-08-11T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T06:26:37.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skole</title><content type='html'>Tuesday. My first day of school.  The day where I would receive a tour of the school, meet the other three exchange students, and meet my new teachers.  Or so I thought it was Tuesday... &lt;br /&gt;It turns out my first day was actually suppose to be Monday, but my host mom and I both could have sworn the paper said Tuesday!  So I kind of skipped my first day of school.  By accident.  Instead I got a quick tour on Tuesday and I only met one teacher, and no exchange students.  The school was very kind about our little mistake, though, and I got to start school the same day as all of the other students.&lt;br /&gt;So today, Wednesday, I finally got to go to my first day of school in Denmark.  And it was great!&lt;br /&gt;Danish schools are a bit different from Northfield.  School starts at 8 15, and the time you're done depends on what classes you have that day, so it could be anywhere between 1 and 5pm.  My school, or gymnasium, as they call it, has a first, second and third grade.  I'm in the second grade, along with Soren.  But each grade is split up into classes which they stay with throughout the day, and then the teachers move around to different rooms; the only time the students move is for a science or an art class.  The class i'm in is called 2im, meaning the second grade, international music class.  This class stays together for all subjects except for music and language classes, then they split up depending on which subject they're focusing on. I'll be in the international half of the class, but ironically enough, I'm the first exchange student to be in the international class!  Each week is a different schedule, and we have to check online to see what classes we have each day that week.  About 90% of the school work is done on the computer, and they're trying to become a paper-free school!  &lt;br /&gt;Today was a shortened day, so school didn't start until 10am.  After biking to school in the rain, I met with Kamilla, one of the school counselors and she introduced me to a few of the kids in my class so they could show me around.  The first class I had was Nature Geography, and the teacher talked the whole time about what we would be covering during the year, but of course it was all in Danish so I have no idea what we will be covering during the year.  Next there was an assembly to welcome the first grade class to the new school.  Everyone in the school participated and the teachers taught us a short dance and then we danced with the first graders to polka music.  It was quite interesting, and apparently they learn a new dance each year for this assembly.  Next I had Ancient History, and then Danish class.  The people at the school were all very friendly and outgoing, and I made many new friends (though I don't remember half of their names).  I was surprised at how much I was able to entertain myself while all of this Danish speaking was going on!  But luckily I start a Danish language camp next week, and then the week after that I have my Rotary Intro Camp where I will also be taking Danish lessons!  So I'll be able to communicate with them all soon.&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough about school, much more has happened since I last wrote.  I found out that the sour-tasting milk I put on my cereal last week is actually called Okologisk and it's basically the stuff that is left after making butter, but some Danes drink it and use it on their cereal... This past weekend I got to meet Henrik, my 22 year old brother who has been working as a lifeguard for the summer.  My family took a trip to the upper western coast of Denmark, about a 2 hour drive from Ringe. There are about 4,000 bunkers from WWII all along this coast, and they were pretty cool to look around in! At the beach, Henrik and Soren then taught me how to surf, which has been a definite highlight so far!  I've also been eating a bit more interesting food, but still loving it all!  The other night we had squid spaghetti. Yes, squid. It was so so delicious.  I also ate herring, and my host mom was so surprised that I actually liked it, so she took a few pictures of me eating it :)  &lt;br /&gt;I'm learning new Danish words each day, and I'm loving it here more and more!&lt;br /&gt;All for now!&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-1820253786656472918?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/1820253786656472918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/08/skol.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/1820253786656472918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/1820253786656472918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/08/skol.html' title='Skole'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-2404815926561985270</id><published>2010-08-03T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:41:36.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odense and Copenhagen</title><content type='html'>It's only been 2 days since my last blog and I already have much more to write about! The life of an exchange student is not a dull one.  On Monday, I slept in until about 11:20 and I thought I was going to be the last one awake and I was all worried that I had missed breakfast and possibly lunch, but when I came downstairs, my mom told me that Soren was still sleeping. So I felt better, and was glad to hear that Soren enjoys his sleep as much as I do.  Susanne got out some cereal for me and what looked like milk... So I poured a bowl of corn flakes (that's about the only type of cereal they have, and I miss Malt-O-Meal already) and poured the "milk" on top, but it turned out to be more like a really thick cream that had a bit of a sour taste to it.  Similar to condensed milk, but I wasn't really sure if they covered their cereal with it, or if it was a substitute for milk, so I struggled for a bit.  But I ate it all, and it was pretty good! Then Soren came downstairs and poured himself some cereal, but he took out the milk and just ate it normally, so I'm not really sure what or why I put this other substance on my cereal... Oh well! After breakfast, Soren took me to the school we will be attending and luckily it was open so he was able to show me around and he told me a bit about how their school day works. I will get into more of the school subject once I actually start.  We then went and picked up my host brother, Aske, from my 2nd host family (Aske leaves for his exchange to Brazil tomorrow) and the three of us drove to the town of Odense, which is the largest city on the island of Fyn.  We walked through the downtown area and did some sight-seeing, but my favorite part of our trip was when they let me order our lunch.  It was my first time testing my Danish, and after repeating to Soren and Aske what I was supposed to say about 10 times, I asked the lady in the hot dog wagon for three hotdogs.  It must not have been that bad, because about 30 seconds later we each got our hotdogs! The Danish hot dog is a bit different, though, but much more delicious.  The actual sausage is a bit longer than the bun, and then 3 sauces are put on, mustard, ketchup, and remoulade.  Then it is topped with fresh onions, crispy fred onions, and pickles! It's pretty messy to eat, but very good!  I also tried licorice sticks.  Apparently licorice is the big candy in Denmark and they love it.  I'm not too fond of it.  These sticks were literally small parts from licorice roots and you just sucked on them and you got the taste of the licorice.  We spent the majority of the day in Odense and then drove back to Ringe.  For dinner that night we had chicken, corn on the cob, and a small "salad" containing tomato, avocado, and a special cheese made with wildebeest milk.  It was all very tasty! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TFi0aAuijFI/AAAAAAAAABA/3bLT7g0WVsM/s1600/DSCN3218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TFi0aAuijFI/AAAAAAAAABA/3bLT7g0WVsM/s320/DSCN3218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501345303797861458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, Susanne and Neils worked all day, so Soren and I took the train to Copenhagen.  It took about an hour and a half to get there, but it was pretty cool to take the train, especially since we go through an underwater tunnel to get to the island that Copenhagen is on.  Once we were there, we met up with two of Soren's friends that were exchange students in Australia with him 2 years ago.  Caroline was from Norway, and Jonas was from Copenhagen.  We went into the amusement park called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TFi0bNflkwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OgouOAGJzzE/s1600/DSCN3226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TFi0bNflkwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OgouOAGJzzE/s320/DSCN3226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501345324404675330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tivoli, which is in the center of the city and has a lot of really neat old-fashioned buildings and rides.  Soren bought me a pin there to put on my Rotary blazer :)  After the park we walked through the main street, which is one of the longest shopping streets in the world!  There was a lot of cool buildings there, but what I really liked about it was that there weren't any skyscrapers because they didn't want to cover up any of the old, historical buildings in the city.  It was a really pretty place and there were bike everywhere!  I loved it.  We said goodbye to Caroline and Jonas and got back on the train to Odense, where we would take another train back to Ringe. However, the train to Odense was delayed about 40 minutes and once we got on, there were no seats, so Soren and I started a trend and sat on the floor in the aisles!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TFi0asOHKPI/AAAAAAAAABI/bi70M8aPulo/s1600/DSCN3250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TFi0asOHKPI/AAAAAAAAABI/bi70M8aPulo/s320/DSCN3250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501345315473008882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About halfway through the ride, the train stopped because a man on the train was having breathing problems.  They completely shut down the train and all of the lights turned off for about 5 minutes while they started it back up.  Then we continued on to Odense.  Once we got there, we bought our tickets to Ringe but the screens that tell when and where the trains will be were all turned off and we found out that the trains were done for the night... sweet... Soren said we could just take the bus back, but the bus that went straight to Ringe had left about 5 minutes before we got to the station, so we took the bus that took about 3 times as long to get to our town because of all of the stops it made.  Soren and I had some great bonding time as we were traveling, though, and we're becoming really good pals! &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we don't have anything planned, which is good because my feet are quite tired from all of the walking.  For dinner tomorrow night I'm making Sloppy Joes!  This should be interesting considering I've never made them before... But Soren said he would help me.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-2404815926561985270?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/2404815926561985270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/08/odense-and-copenhagen.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/2404815926561985270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/2404815926561985270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/08/odense-and-copenhagen.html' title='Odense and Copenhagen'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oN-b2rsKCVw/TFi0aAuijFI/AAAAAAAAABA/3bLT7g0WVsM/s72-c/DSCN3218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2773150247361699331.post-3680116764867123994</id><published>2010-08-01T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T15:32:33.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival</title><content type='html'>So, I wasn't originally planning on having a blog, but after my list of people to write letters to got to more than 50, the idea seemed a bit more appealing to me.  So here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first day in Ringe, Denmark, and so far I absolutely love it!  My airplane left at 3:30 pm on Saturday, and I finally arrived in Billund, Denmark, (which is where Legos are made) at 10:30 am Sunday.  I flew over with two other exchange students from my district who were also going to Denmark and I am so glad they were there because I would have gotten completely lost in the airports.  All of my luggage arrived safely and my Rotary Counselor, Arvid, and his wife were at the airport to pick me up.  They are so sweet and were very excited to have me there.  We took about a 45 minute car drive to a town near Ringe where Arvid lives.  On the ride there, I saw more windmills than I've ever seen before!  It's fantastic! I also noticed that there was not a single pick up truck nor SUV on the road.  They all drive small, eco-friendly cars and some people seemed to just barely fit in their cars. Once at Arvid's, all 3 of my host families came with one of their children to greet me and to have lunch.  I love them all! They're just amazing and my host siblings and I bonded quite well! The lunch table had about 10 different bottles of wine on it and everyone was grabbing their favorite kind.  My brother, Soren, asked me which kind I would like... not knowing what any of them were, or what they tasted like, I simply shrugged my shoulders and was hoping that maybe there was some other option.  I think he understood because he then passed me the sparkling water :)  &lt;br /&gt;After lunch, my first host family took me to my new house and got me all settled in.  In this family I have my mom, Susanne, father, Neils, and three brothers, Soren (18), Henrik (22), and Jens (24).  Henrik and Jens are both living in Copenhagen and studying there, so I have yet to meet them.  My host mother told me I could sleep for as long as I would like once we got to the house, so that's exactly what I did! I only slept for about 2 hours, though, when the sweet, sweet smell of chocolate cake caught my attention.  I went downstairs and helped Soren and Susanne continue to prepare for our dinner that all looked delicious!  So far I haven't had anything too weird to eat, and I'm liking the rye bread more and more!&lt;br /&gt;Soren and I are becoming great friends, and we're not positive yet, but we think I'll be in the same grade as him at our school, which is only a 10 minute bike ride from home!  Arvid told me he would take me to the school before the first day  (August 10) so I can meet some of the teachers and become familiar with the area.  Then, on the 22nd, I leave for Language Camp until the 29th. Hopefully it will help me because at the moment, my Danish is quite poor.  Luckily, all of my families speak English very well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for dinner! Farvel!&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2773150247361699331-3680116764867123994?l=heidistrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/feeds/3680116764867123994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/08/arrival.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/3680116764867123994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2773150247361699331/posts/default/3680116764867123994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidistrike.blogspot.com/2010/08/arrival.html' title='Arrival'/><author><name>Heidi Strike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02982139373396981331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
