Star Lund Scandic

... great. i was in lund by noon and sugata met me at the station. i spent the day getting shown around by sugata. lund is a really nice town. it has medieval origins when it was made the seat of danish and perhaps even scandanivian catholicism in the 1000s, which can be attested to by the Domkyran (now....er...500 years ago, lutheran). it has a very cool crypt and an astronomic clock. for me, lund was a bit of a confusing place to get ...

... situtation? Were the two groups friends? Had the small bunch just gotten caught by the cops? Who were the good guys and bad guys? No clue! Just then two things happened. First, someone else came up onto the terrace w/ me, and I was in the midst of asking him what the hell was going on, when the people I had originally seen from my kitchen window (on the other side of the building) did a sneak attack on the people who were surrounded by police ...

... you got some mixed carrots?" Ye gods, my illiteracy stikes again. I had purchased a veritable **** ton of purple, white, and orange carrots. Anyway, I was so fascinated by the fact that purple carrots actually exist, that I read a little more about them on the internet. What I found out is that actually all carrots were either purple or white to begin with. And, according to this one ...

... up for those. So, I got out the instructions on how to sign up online for the class (website's in Swedish again) and got out my registration number and proceeded to fill out the form. Then I hit the send button. And of course a little message popped up telling me I had done something wrong and they wouldn't let me send it until it was fixed but of course the damn message was in friggin' Swedish. So I fiddle around for a few minutes and finally ...

... along with half my class) had no idea that the second lecture had been changed from 3pm to 8am, because we didn't check the schedule information before hand. Silly us, we wrote it down instead and expected it to stay the same. Silly, silly us. Now I know - at Lund, not only are you challenged in class, you are challenged to find the damn class. That's ok though, because really, it makes things more interesting doesn't it?

... or gone for another Chinese take-out box. Next up was the Danish Resistance Museum - I needed to take a seat and chill for awhile; my time in Copenhagen has involved a LOT of walking and I'm getting quite run-down. My feet, knees, and back are all killing - and it's not even halfway through the trip, yet! I'm just trying to cope! The Danish Resistance Museum was alright, but there was a lot to take in ...

... walked all morning or rode a tour bus across the city to see this statue, I would be sorely disappointed. It was getting late in the afternoon and we still had much to do so we ditched the bikes and hopped the train and went west to the Carlsberg brewery. To my dismay, we arrived just 20 minutes after the last tour of the day. I took pictures and paid my restpects, Carlsberg and Heineken are the two that I missed on this trip, so it's just more reason to come back again. As a ...

... approaching one of the new seven wonders of the world. Of course, Little Mermaid is one of the most famous sites of København and people gathered around it as bees around honey. It is located in the København harbour where it sits on a rock, a step off the shore, in Churchill Park. It was commissioned in 1909 by Carl Jacobsen, son of the founder of Carlsberg, after he had been fascinated by a ballet based on the Mr.H.C.'s fairytale. However, I would tend to agree with the ...

... Art of The 19th Century Nordic Mythology Independent Project having something vaguely to do with Medieval Art Russia Past and Present (Only meets once a week and I need it to go to Russia. Tomorrow all I have is Hans Christian Andersen. Then I have to head over to the Kommune for my CPR number. It's basically a social security number which allows me to get free medical ...

... she would have no tongue, and each step she took would feel like she was treading on glass. The mermaid gladly accepted the deal and became human for her prince, but the prince left her for someone else. It's a sad tale, without singing crabs, and I suppose the moral of the story could be that a women should never change herself for a man (or at least that was the moral I picked up!) Around 10am we were dropped off at the Carlsberg Brewery for a self ...