it's okay to say you've got a weak spot; you don't always have to be on top.

I suppose I'm due a blog post, and I have to apologize, but I do have something of a legitimate excuse this time. I abruptly and in a very scary fashion have switched host families. It hurts to say goodbye to Biersted, but I wish my first family nothing but the best, and I hope they get on well; there are much bigger things in life than my exchange, and I know I'll be fine wherever I am. My biggest worry is for them. I live in Birkelse now, a town a little further from Aalborg and Noerresundby than Biersted was, but it seems like a nice enough place. I've only lived there a week, but I'm still quite happy, and I'm adaptable enough to make it work wherever I wind up.

I went to London with my class a couple of weeks ago, and I was there for about five days. It was an absolutely exhausting trip; in the span of five days, I saw the London Eye, the Olympic Park, Westminster Abbey, St. Paul's Cathedral, the London Dungeon, Buckingham Palace, Oxford Circus, King's Cross Station, the British Museum, the Lord's Cricket Grounds, Parliament, the Millenium Bridge, Shakespeare's Globe Theater, and a lot of other things that have since slipped my mind. It's a very good thing I get along with my class, because spending that much time with any group of people, no matter how much you enjoy their company, can wear on a girl. Even if I was ready to get home, though, I will always count my trip to London as one of the most fabulous life experiences I've had, awful wi-fi at the hotel and all.

It was really a great trip for a lot of reasons, not the least of which being everything I saw; going somewhere so special with friends who are close enough to be family makes you even closer, and that's what exchange is all about. I got to spend great quality time with a lot of my closest friends in Denmark - Johanne, Aida, Anne, Nickolai, to name a few - and they indulged their Danish baby (as they're fond of calling me) and palled around London, catering to her every childish whim, including going to look at Marc Jacobs that was much too expensive for an exchange student to afford.

Upon returning, I didn't have school the next week either - efterårsferie was in full swing, and that meant another week off school. Much to the chagrin of a friend of mine, this is actually known as the POTATO HOLIDAY AS WELL; that means I was right, and he was wrong. <3

I didn't do a whole lot over this holiday, especially as it was in the aftermath of the family tragedy that occurred in Biersted, but here's your blog post, mother. Quit nagging me.

<3
-Lex