It is called 'In a Roman Osteria' dated 1866 by Carl Bloch (1834-90). This was introduced to us and from what I understood it was a tongue-in-cheek jibe at the Italians. You can see from the painting their poor manners and general 'outlandishness' when compared to the Danes who are much more civilised in the background.
Irrespective, the most intriguing thing, I believe, is that cat. Look at that cat. What is it thinking? Why is it there? What did he do next? I am fond of that cat. Every time I look at this painting I can't help but wonder about the cat. Then an inner-monologue starts and it finishes in a different place every time. He reminds me of the cat that we adopted for a short time at home, I called him Alligator and I loved him dearly. Unfortunately his owners (the people next door) moved out and as such Alligator is not longer around. I still think of him though. Except it was girl.
This morning I awoke to a knocking at my door, it was one of my kitchen mates who was celebrating his birthday and as such, had cooked breakfast for us all. Nice. It was lots of fun, it is tradition in Denmark that when it is your birthday they decorate with heaps of Danish flags. There were flags in all of the dishes and all around the kitchen. We ate bread, eggs, bacon, green (pesto) cheese and the strangest thing that they do is they eat little chocolate slabs with their bread, in place of a paste. I did it too. Amazing.
Irrespective, the most intriguing thing, I believe, is that cat. Look at that cat. What is it thinking? Why is it there? What did he do next? I am fond of that cat. Every time I look at this painting I can't help but wonder about the cat. Then an inner-monologue starts and it finishes in a different place every time. He reminds me of the cat that we adopted for a short time at home, I called him Alligator and I loved him dearly. Unfortunately his owners (the people next door) moved out and as such Alligator is not longer around. I still think of him though. Except it was girl.
This morning I awoke to a knocking at my door, it was one of my kitchen mates who was celebrating his birthday and as such, had cooked breakfast for us all. Nice. It was lots of fun, it is tradition in Denmark that when it is your birthday they decorate with heaps of Danish flags. There were flags in all of the dishes and all around the kitchen. We ate bread, eggs, bacon, green (pesto) cheese and the strangest thing that they do is they eat little chocolate slabs with their bread, in place of a paste. I did it too. Amazing.
While I was at breakfast the girls invited me to go with them this weekend to Samsø which is an island near Jutland (Denmark) as one of the girls has a holiday home for the Summer. This works well as I am going on a CBS-organised tour of Denmark tomorrow, which includes Legoland, a visit to Hans Christian Andersen's house and various other landmarks in the country and am due to return Saturday. I have agreed to halt my tour in Jutland and take a ferry over with one of my other kitchen mates and meet up with them, to return on Monday in time for class. Result!! Expect lots of pictures! But more on today...
I rode my bicycle to school. I have been getting better everyday at obeying the road rules. I think I ride a lot faster than what you are supposed to because I have been overtaking a lot. I don't notice many other people doing that. Just a few. So either, they're not in as much of a hurry as I am or there is actually a speed limit. I should probably find out. I can't stand going that slow though. It feels like wasted time, especially when I'm late to class which is always.
On the way home I went to check out one of the local swimming pools. It was unreal. It is called Vandkulturhuset and it is set in a sports centre. The craziest thing about it is that it is a 100m elliptical (or circular) training pool. You couldn't take photos (clearly there are kids playing the to pool, would be a little creepy...) so I google imaged it so you could see, because you have to see.
The way it works is, everyone swims in an anti-clockwise direction so there is no confusion. If you wish to stop you must stop at one of the designated stairways. The pool in the centre is set up for kids, they had a water polo game on while I was there. I swam about 13 laps (so 1.3 km) and it was great because there was no stop/start like in a 50m pool. I'm terrible at tumble-turns so that suited me fine. I was also faster then everyone else, which served my ego well (but if you take into account it was 3pm when I swam and most of the squad or good swimmers would probably train the mornings and evenings it wasn't much to be proud about). In addition it would be great training for an ocean swim as it is uninterrupted, if you want it to be. I saw some spin bikes by the side of the pool, so I guess there must be squads that use it for triathlons etc. I want one. I would go every day. That is a lie. I would go more often than I do now, at least, until the novelty wore off. I am going to go back again before I leave Denmark. Very excited.
So that's it. Now I must go and pack both a Summer and a Winter wardrobe for the weekend. It's a weather lottery over here. Bye bye bye!!
Love Kri xoxo
I rode my bicycle to school. I have been getting better everyday at obeying the road rules. I think I ride a lot faster than what you are supposed to because I have been overtaking a lot. I don't notice many other people doing that. Just a few. So either, they're not in as much of a hurry as I am or there is actually a speed limit. I should probably find out. I can't stand going that slow though. It feels like wasted time, especially when I'm late to class which is always.
On the way home I went to check out one of the local swimming pools. It was unreal. It is called Vandkulturhuset and it is set in a sports centre. The craziest thing about it is that it is a 100m elliptical (or circular) training pool. You couldn't take photos (clearly there are kids playing the to pool, would be a little creepy...) so I google imaged it so you could see, because you have to see.
The way it works is, everyone swims in an anti-clockwise direction so there is no confusion. If you wish to stop you must stop at one of the designated stairways. The pool in the centre is set up for kids, they had a water polo game on while I was there. I swam about 13 laps (so 1.3 km) and it was great because there was no stop/start like in a 50m pool. I'm terrible at tumble-turns so that suited me fine. I was also faster then everyone else, which served my ego well (but if you take into account it was 3pm when I swam and most of the squad or good swimmers would probably train the mornings and evenings it wasn't much to be proud about). In addition it would be great training for an ocean swim as it is uninterrupted, if you want it to be. I saw some spin bikes by the side of the pool, so I guess there must be squads that use it for triathlons etc. I want one. I would go every day. That is a lie. I would go more often than I do now, at least, until the novelty wore off. I am going to go back again before I leave Denmark. Very excited.
So that's it. Now I must go and pack both a Summer and a Winter wardrobe for the weekend. It's a weather lottery over here. Bye bye bye!!
Love Kri xoxo
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