Holiday in Spain With My Parents and An Euskadi Hello

I just wanted to post a little update from Spain. Normally I wouldn't waste my precious holiday-time indoors watching tv or being on the internet, but the weather out is some home-y, that it's not that big of a problem.
I'm making it better by drinking some local wine. Supporting the local society here.

Pretty even though it was a really gray day.

I'm in Spain with my parents, driving about. We landed in Madrid on Monday, and currently we are in San Sebastián/Donostia, which is "bask" country. I'm not sure what it is called in English, but they not only speak Castillano, but also their lokal bask dialect of which I understand zero. They seem happy about x's and z's. And in (what seems like) most of the words you have at least one tx, which is pronounced "ch"-like.
I know a little Spanish from high school, and it's gradually coming back to me. It's really awesome to be able to communicate with them in "their" language.
We enjoy their local tapas called pintxos. It's an awesome way to eat, but in Denmark the health guys would've shut all those places down in less than 5 minutes.

I would put some pics in here of my own, but I forgot the thing that'll bring them from my camera to my computer at home, so that will have to wait. I'll put a couple up here when I get home.

Good stuff. Dry, yet fruity.

The Euskadi wine is nice. I quite like this one called Txomin Etxaniz (I think), which is a Txakoli (2011). It's about €8.50 or €7.50 in the local shops, and tastes like a mix of limonade and cider. The alcohol percent is 10,5%, so you can drink more of it than "normal" wine before getting drunk ;)
I'm on my third glass now. Woops...

SPLASSSSH!

Sober edit: Put in a couple of pics!

Autumn-Time and Signs From This Summer.

One of the things about having a blog that entertains me the most, is looking through the googles that lead people here. I think I check that more often than I actually post blogs. Or, well, I do check that more often than I post.
I think I may have posted a tad too much on boobs and strippers, because I get quite a few hits from those Google-terms. And I guess I disappoint them, because it's not like there are all that many boobs on this blog. Sorry, creepy dudes...

No strippers with big boobs, but I present to you instead: Four muslim women!

Anywho, I had a great summer, and I'm now fighting against King Winter's arrival. I'm more of a summer girl. Cold is... Rarely awesome. I give props to Greenland, though!
I traveled a lot this summer, and I was in both Germany and France with friends. In those delightful (and slightly warmer than Danish) countries, I noticed some signs that were weird enough to deserve being photographed.
Therefore, I share with you now: signs of fun!

In Germany they have roads that are wheelchair-free!

Lübeck is full of old, pretty buildings. But they also have shops with kinky stuff. My friend and I temporarily stopped our search for dinner to take a ton couple of photos of this building from the 1800s which coincidentally also contains World of Sex!
A better match between building and shop has rarely been seen.

Somewhere else in Germany they sell hedgehogs topped with red apples. Only €54,50!!

In the lovely southern France they have transits where... 13 ton-vehicles explode?

In a week I'm going to Spain with my parents for the autumn-holidays! I'll probably miss company my own age a bit, but no way I'll turn down a trip to Spain!

Have a good one, people!

Dating vs. Hollywood

One of the most annoying things about all these Hollywood-made movies and series is their take on looooove and dating. Seriously, how do these people always get dates and find person whom they find attractive? In less than a month?! And how do they even have the time?
Anyone with answers to one or more of these questions, please do enlighten me!

One of my favorite love stories for sure!

I recently started dating the cousin of a friend of mine, and I'm so paranoid about it. He doesn't text me a lot, but the few times we've hung out he hasn't seemed uninterested. I do not get it. At all. I'm really confused and annoyed, and I don't want to keep being the one to take initiatives, it's just too weird, I think. I don't know.
Also, what's up with the dude always paying everything? That sucks, what happened to equality, guys? I feel slightly awkward if the guy pays everything. But it's kinda nice if he offers. Gentlemen are not to be frowned upon!
I'm rambling and not making a lot of sense. Apologies.

On the bright side, I guess, something is actually happening in my "love life" currently. The frustration and anxiety is a minor detail, I suppose.
Other than that, the Danish summer is pretty crappy again this year, but I've got a holiday planned in Southern France, so soon I'll wave goodbye to (literally) grey days and rainy weather. Then I just have to find a gorgeous French dude and forget about what goes on back home.
If I lived in a Hollywood production it would not be a problem and there would be 3 possible paths forward:

1. I'd find an amaaazing guy and forget all about my problems at home, and get a happy ever after.*
2. He would come running after me, realising what he's missing, and we'd live happily ever after.*
3. I would realize, halfway through my vacation, that all I ever wanted is at home, have a perfect game plan that would work, and live happily ever after.*

I will end this post's rambling with a little motivation. For paddling or going on vacation somewhere exotic or to spend more time googl'ing shit. Have a nice week, peeps!

Yippie kay yay, motherfucker!

*Until the sequel.

P.S. Who the hell googles "check out my tits dad"?! That's just wrong. Or very, very weird at the very least. And wrong.

Golden Monday

When I got up this morning it was dark. Dark and cold and really foggy outside. I had promised a friend to wear glasses today (instead of my normal contactlenses), so all in all it seemed pretty much like a bitch normal Monday.
Rolling down the hill on my bike - nothing unusual. (Except for the glasses that seemingly prevented me from crying my eyes out as I usually do).
Going inside the institute - nothing special. Just chatting with the others before the lecture started.

"I wish I could look as sexy as Charlotte sporting glasses and a bike..."

Then I opened up my computer and logged on Facebook and there it was.
A golden ticket from Willy Wonka.
A treasure chest on the bottom of the ocean.
A light at the end of the tunnel!

This is how the light at the end of winter the tunnel looks.

An invitation to fucking southern France. For two weeks. This summer.
Holy crap. I didn't believe my eyes. But a friend got permission from his parents to borrow their summerhouse in southern France for a couple of weeks and invite some friends along, and I was (one of the six) chosen one(s).
My Monday was saved. Actually I don't remember if I've ever been this happy on a Monday in November ever before.
Of course I had to spend the rest of the day (or until 14.00, at least) letting others on the institute know. They appreciated the information.
Mwahahaha.

Loves it.

Better Late Than Never, Right?

What'up.
So my bro (/bff whom I've known my entire life - give or take a couple of months) just visited for 2,5 weeks and flew back to the effing stupid States yesterday. I had just gotten used to having her around and breakfasting with her, and now it's over. Grrr. Miss her already, and that sucks old goat balls!

We are completely sensible and normal people, and about 75% of the pictures I took while she was here look like this...
5% I have no words for. And the rest is stuff I'll let people see.

This also means that uni starts scarily soon. And I have 4 days to say bye to my friends before leaving. Wth? How did this happen?!
Also I don't really have a place to stay, so I have persuaded my lovely grandmother to let me stay with her for a couple of weeks 'til I find something.
Jeez Louise, it's way harder than I thought to find somewhere to stay.
Also I feel like I need to get rid of a couple of kg's fat ASAP!
It's a wonder what a couple of cakes every day for 2½ weeks and less working out than usual will do for to your body. I'm telling you!

Gahhhh. Gimme sunshine.

Graceland Is Located In Denmark - Didn't You Know?

Actually, first and foremost let me just say:
WOHOOOOOOO!
I have holidays. A blessed week off from school. Let there be food, laughter and happiness. Possibly also drinking, excercising and drinking, which is very welcome.
I only have 15 schooldays left this year, which I would be ecstatic about if it wasn't because it meant exams. Seriously, whyyyy?

Instead of being happy it's spring and summer, this is what those dear examinations reduce me to.
Damn you, Salazar!

 
Enough with the whining! (For now at least, I make no promises on this account).

Apparently we have a huge Elvis fan here in Denmark. The guy spent the equivalent of $4,5 MILLION on building a Graceland. In a place called "Randers".
Graceland, Randers.
It does have a ring to it, doesn't it?
Or something. Never was a fan of Elvis, but unfortunately it is not for me to decide what he does with his money. Damn.

On a more royal note, the newest additions to the Danish royal family was given their names officially a day or two ago. So, the prince was named Vincent Frederik Minik Alexander. A bunch of people whine over "Vincent", but I think it's kinda cute. I guess people are just hating because the name is really rare here, so people aren't familiar/comfortable with it.
"Minik" is a Greenlandish (Greenish? Greenlandishian?) name, and somebody decided to mess with the media, and kindly let them know that this means "the one who thirsts for breastmilk".
...
I'll just let that one hang in the air for a while - good job on picking out a good source, you guys!!

The princess is named Josephine Sophia Ivalo Mathilda. Ivalo is Greenlandish, and I don't think anybody was able to convince the media that it meant something funny like "the one who suck on boobs" or whatever. Come on, talk to that other guy again!!

The Danes are debating the names as if there was a point to it (seriously, what do they expect to gain from it?), which is really random. But I guess we just like expressing out opinions over here...

Have an awesome weekend, all!

Princess Isabella, Prince Christian, the Crownprince- and princess.
And of course The One Who Thirsts For Breastmilk and his twinsister.