They have been here almost a month, and yet Isaac still hasn't managed to learn Stephanie's name. When they went backpacking through Ireland, he asked for Sarah every day. When they got back, he said "Hi Sawah!" and then pointed to Stephanie and said, "What's that?"
June's been an adventurous month, what with all the trains and buses and different countries and getting lost and being caught in the rain and moving into Ikea and all. Not to mention the Native American street musicians who, for whatever reason, seemed to be following us everywhere we went.
(Yes, they've come to Denmark, along with their plumed headgear and flutes. I'm told the Danes found their initial performances exciting, but as that was many moons ago it has long since lost its charm. Perhaps they should send some original Vikings over to America - you know, to balance things out. They can wear helmets and build ships and paddle across the great lakes ... or something.)
Naturally we're going to spend our last evening together in Roskilde's Kaffekilden, drinking Jonatin's coffee (if he's there) ... in preparation for The Sad Day that is tomorrow.
Now who will drink copious amounts of coffee with me while listening to The Head and the Heart on repeat? Or quote Gilmore Girl's like a real conversation? Or make The Most Disgusting Sandwiches in the world and still eat them (FIVE TIMES)? Or write excessively stupid post card notes about absolutely nothing to mail home at the
... Le sigh.