It's Sometimes Sunny in Copenhagen and Learning to Pay it Forward

...thank god because seasonal affective disorder (a.k.a. seasonal depression, don't I sound educated?) would have definitely set in by now.

The sun and the warmer weather here made me realize that there are actually people in this city. As soon as it got nice out there instantly was a change in the atmosphere here, as if the sun magically makes everyone happy. With that kind of vibe in the air you can't help but be happy yourself, and of course instantly miserable as soon as it rains.
I had my first picnic in the park this past weekend. Although as soon as we laid out our blankets clouds covered the sky, it was one of the most relaxing things I've done in a long while (hard to imagine since it appears I have been relaxing for the last 3 months).

I've hopped on the popular trend wagon and picked up the book Eat, Pray, Love (the author is a little full of herself but so far so good) about this woman (the author) who after a mid-life crisis spends a year living in various places to more or less "find herself". Anyway, I read this part where she is living in Italy and learned that the Italians have this ideal, "bel far niente" which translates into "the beauty of doing nothing" which is the goal of everything that they do. To completely relax and find pleasure in everything. And of course it goes into this whole thing about how American's have an "inability to relax into sheer pleasure", which the more I think about the more I realize that it's true (think about it you know I'm right on this one). So it's something I am going to try and work at in these last couple of months here because lately I have been only thinking about how I have two months left, how quickly it's going to fly by, and how sad that makes me. It's turning me into a Debbie Downer and I'm not happy about that.

On a more interesting note I have a funny story that I'm sure you'll enjoy. I never fail to amaze myself with how easily I can embarrass myself with little to no effort (it's practically a skill). So here is goes:
Once upon a Thursday evening, Carlye decided to wear a dress to a party at the Copenhagen Business School (damn the classy precedent set by all business schools, which I can't help but try to fit in to). At said party are the said "hottest guys" in all of Copenhagen (who can resist a guy in a suit?) and two cocktails for 40 kroner (STEAL). The party takes place in the atrium of the B-School building and there are a lot of people there (is the scene set enough?). So I decide to go to the bathroom (easy enough) and I walk out and back across the room. I get about 10 yards into the room when this girl comes running up to me from behind and grabs my shoulders saying "undsykld" (sorry/excuse me) and then grabs at my dress. I look at her puzzled and say what, to which she replies, "your dress was tucked into your underwear..."

Like I said, skilled in the art of self-embarrassment. It made me think about how many times I've noticed something like that with people and didn't say anything. Because of that I am implementing a "pay it forward" mentality so I can avoid future dress-tucked-in-undesirable-places incidents. So far I have flagged down a grounds keeper to let him know something fell off his truck (go me!).

I promise to tell you about Berlin soon. I'm off to Barcelona in a week, the first of my last two trips, damn not having a larger bank account.

Much Love