inside my sweatshirt it is warm. when i lean over, heat spills out into the cold night. it's hard to believe that winter is two months distant.
the three of us also got smørrebrød - danish open-faced sandwiches - today. they didn't disappoint. mine was a piece of heavy rye bread slathered with goat cheese and a relish made of dried fruits and nuts. it was my first traditional danish smørrebrød; i'd only ever made them myself before, both at home and in the school cafeteria.
i checked the times for the sunrise and sunset tomorrow. 7.09 a.m. and 4.37 p.m. it's been dark for five of the twelve hours i've been awake today. something is wrong with this picture. no, the AFS slogan is ingrained in my head for life: it's not right, it's not wrong, it's just different. i think the other exchange students hate me for spewing this gibberish all the time.
so what do i do since it's dark all the freaking time? i light candles. and i finally bought some yeast, and i'm going to start baking bread.
as it gets darker, the danish hygge instinct gets stronger. we spent about an hour lingering over dinner tonight. i'm looking forward to winter in a way. after all, it can't get a whole lot colder than this.