INTRODUCTION WEEK DAY 2

After the early waking of the previous day the Danes relaxed a little and arrange a lecture at 9. This lecture versed about Danes their customs and culture. This lecture was classified as “indispensable” by Kristian. I have to say that this is an adjective I tend to distrust due to the fact that is used by all the publishing houses and journals to promote books they have some interest on, and these books use to be unbearable. So I went to the lecture under the effect of this association. Once again, that’s what I thought after a 2 boring hours lecture. It doesn’t mean that Danish culture is boring at all. Don’t get me wrong. I’m just talking about the lecture per se.

After the lecture we went to sightsee the downtown of Copenhagen. I have to say that is way nicer than Helsinki. We were lucky and the sun was shining over us, so I couldn’t but take a siesta during the boat trip. I don’t really get why this is so funny to the foreigner eyes that they even took pictures of me while sleeping. I should introduce some professionals of the construction sector which have done an art out of the siesta in extreme spots. 

Once we were done with the boat trip we went to a free buffet. A free buffet without meat!!!! I felt devastated, after having waited for this moment the whole day. Not even a small chicken wing. I curse you vegetarians!!! And if there is any vegetarian reading this, I curse you twice!!! I don’t really care if there is people that prefers to cover their nutritional needs with disgusting and tasteless food supplements. But, having a jaw as a result of an omnivores feeding after millions of evolution years, I will curse the vegetarianism every time it interferes in my own meal.

We went to an open beer bar for free (well , technically it wasn’t free since we’ve paid 30€ for the introduction week) It was there when I though off my Rugby team mates “If my whole team was here we don’t even let the bricks standing) It was a night as any other, a little of music, a not that little beer, and going back home at the risky time of midnight (I will always say the same: no one parties like a Spanish)

Strange phenomenon that I cannot but notice, is the foreign taste for old fashioned Spanish music. You play them Bisbal and you get nothing, but you play “La Bamba” or “La Macarena” and they get crazy.