Danmark!!!

So basically I'm in the coolest country in the world (sorry Conner) and let me tell you why - The floor in my bathroom is heated so that's pretty much the coolest thing ever, they put cheese AND jam on their toast and it's pretty much the best secret that has never made it to the United States (make sure it's parvati cheese though!) and I love it, on top of that all the other food is incredible, the kethcup is tasty enough I could drink it, and I had a breakfast comprised of almost exclusively chocolate at the priesthood breakfast yesterday. Yum. The trains (WHICH GO UNDERWATER!!) and buses are always perfectly on time, and yes we use trains and buses to get everywhere across miles of BEAUTIFUL Danish countryside, everything is old, the houses and sidewalks and buildings, except the people. The people are all young and look a lot better than Americans, I didnt really believe the whole thing about Danes being beautiful but a Dane is basically an American that is not overweight, has blond hair, blue eyes, perfect skin, super nice clothes, and is smoking. The money is called crowns which sounds awesome, there are couches in our church, there are at least 5,131,075,329,737,377,019 bikes that I've seen so far, the cars are super small and all kind of look like the Honda Fit I drove, my nametag finally fits the people I talk to, and they have this super cool stuff called Saft. Its a kind of syrup you pour into your cup, add water, and it makes juice. Like really really good juice.

The language is sweet too, I still can't make the stupid noise that this thing makes - Ø, it kinds of sounds like a seal giving birth to triplets. So everytime I say anything the Danes try and speak english to me because they know I'm American and they all speak English! It's lame because I want to practice Danish but then I can never understand them when they talk so they say it in English... Speaking of not understanding Danish, I hope you guys enjoyed the session of Conference that Elder Holland spoke in (Sunday morning I think?) because I had to listen to that one in Danish with an investigator and understood nothing... like I could tell the subject they spoke about but that was about it. So basically whenever I have to do anything like buy a bus pass, or try and register at the commune as a Danish resident I get about three words out and sit their open mouthed while I get slammed with a barage of noises that apparently are Danish because my trainer Ældste Larsen can forstå them but I can't even forstå the little kids that ask me to buy apples on the street. There's also a lot of other unfortunate parts about Danmark like the 25 foot behemoth she-male statue that is laying down in a super weird and super naked position right outside of our apartment. There's tons of weird naked statues on like every other street. And you have to pay to go to the bathroom in public buildings! What the...  plus everything, EVERYTHING, is a trillion times more expensive then America. They give us about the equivilant of 300 dollars each month to do stuff and in the states we only needed 160. I'm very grateful that Cole and all his buddies living in Argentina are helping us pay our rent! We live above the Gågade, which is basically the center part of Odense (Odense is the third biggest city in Denmark on an island called Fyn in between the main part of Denmark called Jylland and the island close to Sweden called Sjælland that has Copenhagen on it) above a store called Tante Grøn which means Aunt Green. A Gågade is a walk street (litterally) so there are only bikes going around all the tons of shops we live by. Our apartment is a small three room place on the third floor so we can see all the Danes passing below on the Gågade on their way to work.

The Danish people are very interesting. In a way I can see myself in them. They kind of keep to themselves in public but once you get to know them at all they are super lively and will never stop talking. They don't really feel a need for church because they already have so much. The Danske Folke Kirke (The state church) is like literally empty each week because people are content with their lavish lives of smoking, drinking, sex, and buying tons of super Danish Danish things from other Danes like Danishes. It's kind of weird for me to admit but I feel like I could easily be just like them if I didn't have the knowledge of this gospel. That makes me love the Danish people even more and makes me want to share this message with them. I know the best I can do right now is just introduce myself and then tell them that I have no idea what they just said but I plan on letting them all know just what they're missing. It'll just take a while haha. I'm throwing myself into Danish conversations whenever I can though. My trainer is Ældste Larsen, he's great with the language and the culture and pretty much has saved my life every five minutes. He's going home in FIVE WEEKS though so that means I'll have to take over my area and know who everyone is and where they are and what trains go where and when the bus comes to the stop that will get us to Banegården so we can catch a train to Svendborg... Hvad for nogle...

Totally forgot to bring my camera in all the craziness of making sure the government knows where I live so they don't kick me out of the country so I'll have pictures next week! 

Vi ses senere :)