Monday, March 29, 2010
Min adresse
For those of you wondering what/requesting my address is so that you can send me wonderful letters and we can become pen pals (ahem Hillary) it is:
Sara Hodgins (obviously)
Arne Jacobsens Allé 11F 4TH C
2300 København S
Danemark
No pressure guys ;-P
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Seventeen in Kraków
For being so many people, we actually stayed together for the majority of the trip. On our first full day in Kraków we went on a free walking tour of the city. Afterwards we went back to the Market Square and had a coffee, explored, and some of us shopped. We went for dinner at a Polish restaurant and the majority of us got a very Polish meal! There was about seven different kinds of meat, and a few potatoes. It was so good but I think that I got my fill of meat for the next month.
At 6.15 the next morning several of us met Andrzej for a tour through the forest and some bird watching. The weather was absolutely amazing and the scenery was beautiful. We saw a fortress at the top of one hill, a zoo, the highest point in Kraków, and the "three nuns" (a legend of three nuns fleeing who prayed to God to save them from their enemies and so he turned them into rocks). It was a beautiful walk, and 5 hours later we returned to the hostel to meet Marcin A who showed us around the city and took us to Wawel Castle.
I'll be back!!
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Jeg bor i en lejlighed
I live with three other Danish students. They are great; it's really nice living with Danes because I get to meet a lot of other Danes, can practice my Danish, and they are a great resource if I ever need help!
My room mates: Silas, Naja, and Esben
We share the kitchen and living room. I have my own room and share a bathroom with my female room mate Naja. My room is pretty big and VERY white! White walls, white ceiling, white (sheer) curtains, white dresser, white chair, white night stand, and a black desk. This took some getting used to at first seeing as I moved from a red and yellow room. I have since (cheaply) decorated it with scarfs, jewellry, and free post cards that I have found around the city so it is cozy.
The shared living/dining room
My room

Another interesting thing about the kollegium is that it is 6 different sections (A through F) and they are not connected on the ground floor or on the inside but instead connected through a balcony on each floor running outside of the rooms. Luckily I live on the 4th floor and on the side without the elevator so no one walks by my window.
Monday, March 15, 2010
At være turist

And there is still much more for me to see.......
Jeg kan godt lide ride min cykel
Before I went to Italy, I had ridden my bicycle twice. The tires were a little bit flat so I borrowed my roommates tire pump and accidentally let all of the air out of my back tire because the nozzle didn't fit the valve. Oops. So I was relying soley on the metro. However on March 6 my monthly pass ran out so instead of paying 320kr (about $60 CAD) I decided that I needed to fill up my tires and start biking.
This proved to be a little bit more difficult than I had anticipated. I returned from Rome on Monday March 8 and risked not having a pass on the way to class that night. On Tuesday I stayed in and had a relaxing evening with my friends. It turns out that while I was gone, two of them got caught on the metro without a pass and had to pay a 600kr (about $115CAD) fine. I:
a) didn't want to get caught and have to pay that; and,
b) don't think that I could lie about my name and address in order to get out of the fine like one of the girls did.
My roommates told me that there was no bicycle repair shop (and thus tire pump) anywhere near to where we lived. So, on Wednesday morning I took my bike with me to the metro so that I could bring it into the city to get the tires pumped up. I went at 8.30, however bikes are not allowed on the metro from 7.00-9.00 and I had to get to class so I was forced to leave my bike behind, flat tires and all.
Wednesdays are my busy days; I have class from 9.15-11, 13.15-4, and 17.15-20 so I was unable to pump my tires up. But in my evening Danish language class, one of the German exchange students told me about a bicycle repair shop close to where we live - looks like the exchange students know more than the Danes!
Bright and early on Thursday I went to Aarhus (the second biggest city in Denmark) and didn't get back until Sunday evening so again, no time to pump up my bike tires. Finally, this morning, after about a week of excuses and failed attempts to fix my bike, I left my flat a little earlier and walked to the bike shop, pumped up the tires, and biked to class.
Surprisingly, it only took about 37 minutes to get to class - it's quicker than the metro! It may sound silly, but it felt so liberating to be biking around the city! It was very empowering to know that I could go wherever I wanted and didn't have to wait for the public transit (and that I was faster than the public transit). And it also felt very Danish. They have special bike lanes, special bike lights, and special machines to count the number of cyclists passing through the city.
This picture is a few weeks old; now the weather is beautiful and sunny and there is NO SNOW!
After class, on my way back to Amager, I was biking during the 'rush hour'. It felt so strange, biking next to dozens of other cyclists. I had always seen them, but never actually been with them. It was like we were some sort of gang - all 20 of us stopping at the light and while we were waiting another 15 join us, and then all 35 of us all start cycling at the same time. It is really an amazing cultural experience!
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
When couchsurfing in Rome
Daria and I with a star from Big Brother (basically Italian survivor)
With Sofie outside of the Pantheon
Our next host, Nico, was amazing! He gave us tips on what to see and informed us that all national museums were free this weekend because it was Women's Day on March 8 (something that doesn't exist in Canada but it really should). Daria and I, along with Sofie (another couchsurfer from Malmö Sweden) went to Castel Sant'Angelo's in the morning and then to the Jewish quarter in the afternoon. We met Nico on Isola Tiberina (a little island on the Fiume Tevere) for a lunch of pizza and wine. He brought his guitar and we sang the Italian song that he taught us:
Pizza picnic


The guys in the background are entertained.
And finally, the perfect end to a perfect day, we ate homemade panzerotti with Nico's housemate Marcones. Marcones actually couldn't speak a word of English and Daria and I not a word of Italian. That didn't stop us from having conversations though; hand movements help a lot.

Italy in five words...
Florence
Italy from the top of Castel Sant'Angelo
3. Missing trains: we decided to travel through Italy via regional trains. Since they were regional (ie. cheap) they were never direct. So from Milan to Venice we got on the wrong train, from Venice (to Bologna to Prato to Florence) to Pisa we took a train in the wrong direction (only one stop) and then missed our train in Bologna. We actually caught our train to Florence, but from Florence to Rome we missed our train by 10 minutes and had to wait 2 hours for the next one. And finally from Rome to the airport we stood in front of our train as the train officer refused to open the door and thus we missed yet another train.
Daria and our Venecian host Marco wondering how we took the wrong train
4. Laughing: two girls travelling through northern Italy - enough said!
5. Couchsurfing: it was my first time couchsurfing but I LOVED it!! I met some amazing people and had some great experiences doing things that I otherwise would have never done!
