Hi guys :) I decided to try out this blogging jawns to keep track of what goes on over here and to let people occasionally know what's going on. Yea-- I originally didn't get the purpose for blogging (except for Xanga because it's just Xanga- come on now), but I'm gonna try to stick this one out. I'll probably do a random Xanga just because. So here goes.
I left my house around 1.30pm on Saturday for the airport- and after picking up my dad we got to PHL around 2.40. The itinerary said my flight was through United so I went to Terminal D-- but it turned out that my flight was from USAirways (owned by United) and so my mom and I went to Terminal C to check in my luggage. I got to the counter by 2.50pm, but they wouldn't let me check anything in because it was too late according to TSA regulations. I needed to check stuff in 45 minutes prior to departure- but I missed the cut-off by 5 minutes. AHHH. But my mom, being the clever woman she is (ha- NaDa, make sure she sees that. She'll be happy), decided that she'll send my huge bag through the mail and I should just take my carry-on. So I took off for Boston with my bookbag and a carry-on. I was supposed to get on a connecting flight to Heathrow in London, but my plane got into Boston too late. I also had to check in my carry-on because British Airways only allows 1 carry-on. So I checked in the stupid bag and waited 2 hours on stand-by for the next flight to Heathrow. I met a bunch of kids in my program while I waited for the plane- but they were on a different flight. So I peaced out and got onto my London-bound flight. It worked out alright though because the seat to my left was empty. I couldn't get any sleep on the plane though- so I watched 'Black Dahlia.' I thought it was pretty lame; perhaps I was too grumpy to enjoy it. At Heathrow- I walked around for 20 minutes looking for an international calling card and a payphone that worked to let DIS know why I was going to arrive in Copenhagen 8 hours after I was supposed to. Once in Copenhagen, I couldn't find my bag. Turns out that they never put my luggage on the last plane. I met two girls in my program in baggage claim and they waited for me- but after finding out that the airline had left my crap in London I just left with them and shared a cab into the city.
That was the short version of the traveling story.
The city is really flat -- only a handful of skyscrapers, and they're not very impressive at all. But it still has the city-feel-- it's bizarre. The architectural style is old and cute--but the apartment buildings are modern and all the interiors (like furniture and windows) are Scandinavian and modern. Think IKEA everywhere; this seems like the place that birthed IKEA- except it isn't.
I'm staying with a host family in a suburb of the city, and there's one other girl staying in the house with me. My housemate's name is Jessica and she goes to Scripps (another women's college) in California. She's like the typical wholesome all-American girl. My host dad was a pastor for 15 years, but now he works for an organization that connects immigrants to churches, and my host mom is a general nurse. They have 3 kids - two are at boarding school (~15 and 17 years old) and Caroline is the youngest at 10 years old and lives at home. She's a gymnast and really eager to spend time with me and Jessic
a. The two of them are doing Sudoku right now as I ignore them to work on this blog. The house doesn't look like much from the outside - but once you're inside it's really nice. It's humble in its decoration- but stylish nonetheless. Danes are supposedly a really humble people in general.
My luggage came in late last night, so Hans (the dad) drove me there and we picked it up. Finally I got a change of clothes - just one, but that's a lot more than having nothing at all. And the parents liked the bread and butter gift (tell this to mom girls) and were kinda impressed by the Korean writing on the cups. I guess it seems more authentically Asian or something. But they like it a lot - make sure you tell her. Or else. And that's a picture of my room - Jessica and I pretty much have the upperfloor for our rooms- but the family hangs out there too because it's where the tv is.
I got a phone - just dial this whole thing when/if you want to hear my voice. ;P
011 45 30974333
My address:
Eunice Ahn c/o Hans Lund
Froehaven 1
DK- 2630 Taastrup
Denmark
Hans Christian Andersen's The Little Mermaid -->
I left my house around 1.30pm on Saturday for the airport- and after picking up my dad we got to PHL around 2.40. The itinerary said my flight was through United so I went to Terminal D-- but it turned out that my flight was from USAirways (owned by United) and so my mom and I went to Terminal C to check in my luggage. I got to the counter by 2.50pm, but they wouldn't let me check anything in because it was too late according to TSA regulations. I needed to check stuff in 45 minutes prior to departure- but I missed the cut-off by 5 minutes. AHHH. But my mom, being the clever woman she is (ha- NaDa, make sure she sees that. She'll be happy), decided that she'll send my huge bag through the mail and I should just take my carry-on. So I took off for Boston with my bookbag and a carry-on. I was supposed to get on a connecting flight to Heathrow in London, but my plane got into Boston too late. I also had to check in my carry-on because British Airways only allows 1 carry-on. So I checked in the stupid bag and waited 2 hours on stand-by for the next flight to Heathrow. I met a bunch of kids in my program while I waited for the plane- but they were on a different flight. So I peaced out and got onto my London-bound flight. It worked out alright though because the seat to my left was empty. I couldn't get any sleep on the plane though- so I watched 'Black Dahlia.' I thought it was pretty lame; perhaps I was too grumpy to enjoy it. At Heathrow- I walked around for 20 minutes looking for an international calling card and a payphone that worked to let DIS know why I was going to arrive in Copenhagen 8 hours after I was supposed to. Once in Copenhagen, I couldn't find my bag. Turns out that they never put my luggage on the last plane. I met two girls in my program in baggage claim and they waited for me- but after finding out that the airline had left my crap in London I just left with them and shared a cab into the city.
That was the short version of the traveling story.
The city is really flat -- only a handful of skyscrapers, and they're not very impressive at all. But it still has the city-feel-- it's bizarre. The architectural style is old and cute--but the apartment buildings are modern and all the interiors (like furniture and windows) are Scandinavian and modern. Think IKEA everywhere; this seems like the place that birthed IKEA- except it isn't.
I'm staying with a host family in a suburb of the city, and there's one other girl staying in the house with me. My housemate's name is Jessica and she goes to Scripps (another women's college) in California. She's like the typical wholesome all-American girl. My host dad was a pastor for 15 years, but now he works for an organization that connects immigrants to churches, and my host mom is a general nurse. They have 3 kids - two are at boarding school (~15 and 17 years old) and Caroline is the youngest at 10 years old and lives at home. She's a gymnast and really eager to spend time with me and Jessic
a. The two of them are doing Sudoku right now as I ignore them to work on this blog. The house doesn't look like much from the outside - but once you're inside it's really nice. It's humble in its decoration- but stylish nonetheless. Danes are supposedly a really humble people in general.My luggage came in late last night, so Hans (the dad) drove me there and we picked it up. Finally I got a change of clothes - just one, but that's a lot more than having nothing at all. And the parents liked the bread and butter gift (tell this to mom girls) and were kinda impressed by the Korean writing on the cups. I guess it seems more authentically Asian or something. But they like it a lot - make sure you tell her. Or else. And that's a picture of my room - Jessica and I pretty much have the upperfloor for our rooms- but the family hangs out there too because it's where the tv is.
I got a phone - just dial this whole thing when/if you want to hear my voice. ;P
011 45 30974333
My address:
Eunice Ahn c/o Hans Lund
Froehaven 1
DK- 2630 Taastrup
Denmark
Hans Christian Andersen's The Little Mermaid -->
5 comments:
euniceeee!! this is narae! :)
im glad you got there safe!!
call me when you can-
+44-077-9484-7382 !!
you are so weird.
HANS! that gets me every time.
Eunice eunice eunice...
Sucks that you had such a crap time with the airlines (because they majorly suck) but I'm glad everything is fantastic otherwise. I'm impressed by your blog, I'll have to bookmark it. I bet you took the hello kitty pez dispensers! (not really, god no) Keep us updated on your adventures.
have a lovely time. :)
ur room is so cute!
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