boring? i am unable to attribute the word boring to something seasoned, at least, with salt and herbamare.
"uh... no?" i flounder, wondering if he's joking. the danes, as a rule, take great pride in their "unique" sense of "ironic" humor. i survey the room. no one else is around to help me confront this question.
"you can buy it in the u.s. with spices and stuff," i continue. "i just made too much yesterday and have this leftover--" i try to justify my apparently wayward eating habits. i don't know how to convey the fact that my original goal regarding this popcorn was not to eat it cold, but rather than i had accidentally made way more than i wanted since i had forgotten to save the directions from when i bought the kernels. i remembered the "cook in a big pot with oil, lid on" part. i even got the proportions okay. the first time i made popcorn here, i even double-checked the danish word for "pot" in an effort to do it right. then i threw the directions away.
yesterday i - in the typical fashion that leaves me indelibly marked as american - improvised. and ended up with a little more of a snack than i bargained for. i tried to share it, but in the gap between lunch and dinner the only food people were interested in were their open-faced sandwiches on rye bread with butter and liver paté.
he nods as i falter and breaks out into a grin.
"so are you going to watch a film?"
by now i am used to hearing movies called films.
"nope." i can hear the next question dying to be asked: why are you eating popcorn, then, if you're not going to watch a movie?
"i'm just going to read," i tell him, and retreat to my bedroom.
this kind of thing happens nearly every day.
the small differences are really what makes being here a challenge. it's not the different language or the fact that it's illegal to have a gun or figuring out how to navigate the free healthcare system. no, it's the little things that add up: the dozens of small misunderstandings cultivated by the language gap that really isn't a gap but rather a shaky bridge, the social norms everyone else knows but you don't necessarily. take your shoes off when you enter a home.
anyways, the sun is back and shining with a vengeance. flowers are blooming, the bike lanes are crowded again, you can hardly walk down the street without a small child on a bike or scooter mowing you over, and ice cream is everywhere. it's practically summer! never mind that the highs are still hovering around a balmy 10 (50 F) degrees; the sun doesn't set until 8:30! this means lots of bike rides and walks and general exploring. finally!