tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55673366701739445432024-03-12T23:27:33.686-07:00Of Thoughts And TravellingLindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-2861566821875837662012-05-04T23:01:00.002-07:002012-05-04T23:01:36.678-07:004/5 2012Dánnell is sick.<br /><br />Today I went walking to Novacentro to buy a t-shirt I've got my eyes on for eternities. I was surprised that Novacentro is so close - I thought it was so much further away, so I was pushing going there yesterday (also because finding your way around without street numbers is hell).<br />
Didn't buy the t-shirt because they only had it in large. Got caught in an aguacero (a LOT of rain). Went home, had lunch and didn't go out with Lydia. Meh.Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-25689706965224266152012-05-01T23:32:00.000-07:002012-05-01T23:32:32.177-07:001/5 2012Dánnells grandparents' wedding day. The 45th or something like that. We ate out at Princesas Marinas and it was all great. I got pasta with shrimp in white sauce. Just one little thing was wrong...<br /><br />The night before I'd decided to make me a cup of tea. And, learning from Dánnells mom that it tastes really good with Rosa de Jamaica leaves, I just mixed them with a random tea bag and drank it.<br />
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I woke of with an indescribable pain in my stomach. Actually more around the lower part of the stomach, and as my womb is located around that spot, as so many times before as a result of pain there I decided to never have kids. Because cramps suck and giving birth apparently includes A LOT of those. So yeah...<br /><br />Anyway, I soon realized that the tea I'd chosen wasn't just any tea. it was laxative. I wouldn't have worried about it, if it wasn't because it was HIGHLY effective.<br />
I felt sick to the point of dying the whole day. The shrimp pasta was great though!Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-5055328570860325552012-04-30T13:05:00.002-07:002012-05-01T23:33:41.349-07:0030/4 2012Mette's birthday. I've never wanted to go home this much except for the day of Jens' confirmation.Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-36264426303521092552012-04-22T15:09:00.001-07:002012-04-22T15:09:30.392-07:00Uvita<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-46401978043648836062012-04-22T14:34:00.000-07:002012-05-01T23:32:48.924-07:0022/4-12Jens' confirmation yesterday. It rained all day. Felt sad because I couldn't be there but fortunately he liked the speech/video I made him. In the evening went to a birthday with Dani.<br />
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Today I talked with y family. Good to hear a little about the party yesterday, everyone enjoyed it. Not much else, lazy day in bed with Dani and Gucci. Playing poker tonight!<br />
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So then, in spite of feeling a little sick, I decided to sit through it. I would quickly lose and that would be a great excuse to sneak into the warm bed without anyone thinking I didn't like them or that I was afraid of meeting new people. It was quite embarrassing really, because Charlie, Dannell's best friend, had to write down the order of different card combinations. I DO know the basics from playing a little poker with the girls for fun and, mostly, watching poker on television with a hangover so big you don't have the strength to change channels if you ever had the patience to look for the remote in the first place. And the chips have different values! Well, I knew that, but didn't know the values and even though they'd tell me how much it was worth, I would usually just put out the same amount of the different colours as the one before me. It went pretty well, I was just sitting, minding my own business, trying to figure out good and bad hands and realizing just how anti-social poker really is. People don't really talk, a good bunch of them were listening to music on their headsets, the rest were just staring down the cards on the table. I was drinking tea.<br />
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This could have been a long and exiting tale of how I discovered my unknown poker skills, but it's really not that interesting. Basically, I outplayed a shitload of people and won everything. Afterwards, when everyone had gone home and I realized I'd won, I celebrated. Then I went to bed. I still think my "sick face" served me as a poker face for the night. But I won. And there were real, freaking serious casino style poker players at the table. Just saying...<br />
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Ps. Here's a picture of nacho night at Stefan's house because 1) Nachos are freaking delicious and combined with Stefan it's just so much more deliciousness right in your face and 2) Blog posts without pictures are boring.<br />
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Having them on vacation is hard, because they are two extremely different persons. My grandmother can't sit still for more than 30 minutes and my grandfather needs his space and time to relax and make his crosswords. Fortunately, they're not hard to please, and we had some good times together in Sámara, Dánnell's house, Stefan's house, Uvita and Manuel Antonio.<br />
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I really think I showed them a good mix of the tourist and the real Costa Rica. It's always nice to be able to share a little part of the experiences, friendships and the life I've made here. It's so very different from my "Danish life" which makes me appreciate it so much more.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mis abuelos y yo visitando la Basilica en Cartago :)</td></tr>
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Yesterday I went to the (2nd) concert of Cocofunka, a local band which is REALLY good. Probably going again Wednesday just because I can (and because it's free. Whooo!)<br />
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Friday I went to the Calle 13 concert in la Sabana. They expected around 30.000 people, and we were probably around 70.000 or more. So here's my concert experience:<br />
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Lydia, Stefan and Ashley were there too, but RIGHT in front (lucky bastards!) so I never found them. Had a great evening anyway and the music was awesome.Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-38239586434542202702012-03-16T10:26:00.000-07:002012-03-16T10:26:57.550-07:00Bocas!There's lots of stuff I haven't told you... And now you will never know! (Or maybe you will because I'll eventually get to it) Because right now, I'm just gonna jump straight to the latest event:<br />
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<b>Bocas del Toro!</b><br />
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</b>It was fun, I met some great new friends and I had an amazing time! Unfortunately, I'm terrible at taking pictures of people, so here's a photo of a caiman:<br />
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This little fella was part of the cave trip we took one day. We planned on going snorkeling too, but it never happened, since it was all dark and rainy the last couple of days so we couldn't see anything.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nola admiring a cacao fruit at the cave tour!</td></tr>
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Nola is a friend from NY that I met in San Jose in December btw...She's cool!<br />
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Most of the time consisted of chilling out with wine drinking and cookie baking at a private island owned by one of Jim's friends (pretty cool!) when we were not hanging out at Los Secretos or in town.<br />
Jim is the guy Nola and I stayed with. They're both couch surfers. Now I am too! Yay! I'm sure it made my Bocas stay a million times better than if I'd stayed in a hotel!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View from th private island covered by Nola and me.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just an old plane in the backyard..</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;">Well..Nothing more to tell for now. Here are some more cool animals!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-57573187838938659742012-01-05T21:39:00.000-08:002012-01-05T21:39:29.756-08:00Entering 2012!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>The First Day<br />
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</tbody></table><b>The Second Day<br />
</b>We went on a tour around the cities close to Juan Viñas and saw a lot of different things and beautiful views!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">La perrita más linda de 2012!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">La iglesia más vieja de Costa Rica - The oldest church in Costa Rica</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">El lago de Cachí.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Best thing: The cute little white dog! (no mentiras!)<br />
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<b>The Third Day</b><br />
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Stefan, Ashley and I went to the biiiiiiig property of the people who own the coffee farm. They have a lot of horses and we were so lucky to get to borrow one. I haven't been on a horse for many years now, so I was extremely excited about doing it again! We had a good time and everyone got a ride, even though some liked it more than others!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me riding the horse solo. The guy warned us that it was hard get him to stop, but of course that didn't stop me.<br />
Now, two days after, my legs still hurt like ****.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>In the evening I went back to San Jose and met Freiser's 14 year old brother Brandon for the first time. He's going to live with us from now. It's going to be very interesting, and I hope we can all get along. Yesterday (The Fourth Day!) we all went to see "Las Aventuras de Tin Tin." Awesome movie! And a nice way of "bonding" a little with Brandon. He's super sweet.Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-22581651480045055162012-01-01T21:27:00.000-08:002012-01-03T22:07:37.980-08:00A Costa Rican New Year'sI was a "little" sad when my family left the 29th and still didn't have exact plans for what to do for New Year's. Luckily, my good friends here stroke once again and gave me more than one option for new year's (which made it really hard to choose!) Everyone I know here are extremely open and welcoming and it's always a joy to visit the tico families!<br />
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I ended up going to Juan Viñas to celebrate with Stefan and his family. We were nine around the table and I had a great time with the whole family!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">La mesilla como se vió para Año Nuevo. Después la juntamos con la mesa grande para que pudimos comer todos juntos. The little table as it looked for New Year's. Afterwards we put it together with the big one so we could all eat together.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stefan, being the chef of the family, made almost all the food (with a little help from the rest of us). Everything was super delicious, and he even made fish for me as a special dish as I (still) don't eat red meat!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr align="center"><td class="tr-caption">La comida del nuevo año (el plato de Stefan). Todo muy rico y con la pierna de cerdo tradicional. Las papas morenos (brunede kartofler) fueron el toque danés ;)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just a picture of us:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stefan y yo muy felices!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>It was really late when we finished eating, so we left the kitchen as it was and went to the "living room" waiting for the new year to come. Every country has it's own traditions, so this year I didn't drink champagne, we didn't jump into the new year and I didn't kiss anyone at midnight.<br />
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Instead, we all stood in a circle waiting for the new year to come and so at twelve, we entered the new year together. Afterwards, there was a lot of grape eating (one for each moth of the year for good luck) and throwing lentils for there always to be enough to eat in the new year.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">La última foto de 2011<br />
Toda la familia!<br />
Stefan, Carlitos, Ashley, Rosario, Roy, Angie y la novia de Roy, Alejandra</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Afterwards, we went out on the street to say happy new year's to all the rest of the city (at least the rest of the family - who all live in the same city - and whoever else we met on our way). Later we went on a short visit to the neighbouring barrio to see the carnival. Mucha fiesta!<br />
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I had a really good night and it was very interesting and enriching to experience a Costa Rican new year's!<br />
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Stefan and I ended the night by throwing lentils at each other until around 3 in the morning. Great start of 2012!<br />
<span id="goog_1424868809"></span><span id="goog_1424868810"></span>Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-81404949688060291422011-12-30T08:10:00.000-08:002011-12-30T08:10:07.594-08:00Roomie love!Just wanting to show you my (awesome!) roomies!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jugando!<br />
Playing!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jugando más - yo perdí :(<br />
More playing - I lost :(</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lydia, la artista!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just chilling..</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-91630043390450048152011-12-30T07:57:00.000-08:002011-12-30T07:57:06.173-08:00(Finally!) An update!<style>
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-AU;">Lots of things have happened since I last wrote on the blog – I sincerely apologize to everyone who tried to follow me through this site. BUT! Now I’m back! So let’s start where we left off:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-AU;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-AU;">The biggest thing that happened here was that I had to leave the Cornicks because they had to use my casita for Jorge’s brother and his wife who were to come to Costa Rica November 1<sup>st</sup>. Unfortunately the planning wasn’t quite there, so I had to find a place in less than 10 days. And so the hunt began...!<br />
</span><span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-AU;"> </span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xcy6AgD-ag/Tv3bZJaRD5I/AAAAAAAAADA/z441t1HuKWU/s1600/DSC04837.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xcy6AgD-ag/Tv3bZJaRD5I/AAAAAAAAADA/z441t1HuKWU/s200/DSC04837.jpg" width="150" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y-7h7Q39OE8/Tv3bb_hT20I/AAAAAAAAADI/mB8f1y5Chfs/s1600/DSC04838.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y-7h7Q39OE8/Tv3bb_hT20I/AAAAAAAAADI/mB8f1y5Chfs/s200/DSC04838.jpg" width="150" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DvWuufM_TBA/Tv3bhUS3AUI/AAAAAAAAADY/ur5WovrEVVY/s1600/DSC04904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DvWuufM_TBA/Tv3bhUS3AUI/AAAAAAAAADY/ur5WovrEVVY/s200/DSC04904.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">It was tough, but I did my best and fortunately I had sooo many good friends to help me in my search. With their help, especially Stefan’s, I called and viewed 1-4 apartments every day.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-AU;">Fortunately, I wasn’t alone in my hunt; Lydia joined me so we could search for something nice together. We ended up with a third roommate too, called Freiser and now we all live together in a nice but ugly-coloured apartment in what is known as La Calle de Amargura or in English “Bitter-street.” Should I name an equal to it in Denmark, it would probably be Jomfru Ane gade. This should give you a good idea of how it is to live here – oh yeah, and the train, which is extremely noisy, passes right by us in the morning, so it’s now gotten the nickname “MALPARIDO TREN!! (con cariño)” But we do have a lot of fun and the noise from La Calle is easy to ignore most of the time.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-AU;">Here’s a couple of pictures from when we moved in:</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">La cocina - the kitchen</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">La lavadora - the washing machine.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">La alacena! Foooood!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">La sala, muy vacio! Jaja. - The livingroom, very empty!</td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-AU;">So, this is my new home here. I ended up living by myself abroad before I moved out of my parent’s house in Denmark – oh well.</span></div>Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-70981661679016813552011-09-28T19:18:00.000-07:002011-09-28T19:18:19.544-07:00Violin kids from La Carpio<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuFvjNDY_HIZFN-A1bwdv4VeXezH69WlR9cJcsHD2WbOhpSsJugpBIn8MIR-5lQnIvEHD8G8nVW5UZwIaNa9Bloe2OQH46AxOmAsSFHDYyf-AeRg__KUGPKUNTHycXUKcEgREXV30sbYY/s1600/DSC04794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuFvjNDY_HIZFN-A1bwdv4VeXezH69WlR9cJcsHD2WbOhpSsJugpBIn8MIR-5lQnIvEHD8G8nVW5UZwIaNa9Bloe2OQH46AxOmAsSFHDYyf-AeRg__KUGPKUNTHycXUKcEgREXV30sbYY/s400/DSC04794.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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Incredibly sweet and cute and also very, very, very poor. :/Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-75302800176206926992011-09-25T18:46:00.000-07:002011-09-25T18:46:57.261-07:00Nuestros animales<div style="text-align: center;">We have a lot of animals around here. Some we love, others not so much. Here are some of them:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Otra mariposa. Está comiendo el néctar de la flor</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Una de las mariposas azules. Arriba tienen el color azul hermíssima y abajo este color.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me encanta este foto. Que bonita!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Un loro en el camino del finc de café en Heredia</td></tr>
</tbody></table>All of the butterfly pictures were taken at Museo Nacional in San José, but I've seen them fly around here, too. Not the beautiful blue ones though. I took the picture of the parrot, when I went to see a coffee farm in Heredia with some other spanish students from Intensa (my school). There, we spent most of the day walking and eating the different fruits we found.<br />
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Now to the animals who we actually live with every day:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hormigas. El foto es del calle de Eureka pero también están aquí. Son GRANDES!<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">These pictures are pretty blurry, but you get the idea.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ants are pretty much everywhere here and it's impossible to live without them. Not because we don't want to, they're simply just impossible to get rid of. Fortunately, this type of ant doesn't live very near the houses, because as Jorge said: "They will cut up a tree in a weak" These critters are HUGE.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In my casita, I have counted three types of ants so far. Red ones, black ones (both bigger than at home!) and tiny black ones. The tiny ones won't bite but they WILL eat your candy/fruit/anything sweet.</span></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Un de los dos perros. Se llama Becky. Me encanta!!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>They (we!) have dogs here! They live outside the house, which is great. I walk by them every morning (and several times a day) and they are soo sweet! These are pictures of the female Becky.<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">This bug woke me from my sleep and freaked me out by sounding like a helicopter (more or less) and bumping into everything. I ended up hiding under my blanket while it hid in my closet.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The next day Maris showed one of the same kind, just smaller (seems like mine was a biiig guy) and told me they are harmless.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">As you can see, everything is just a "little bit" bigger here. Except for the dogs. They're pretty normal-sized. ;)</div>Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-31569419645837161482011-09-18T09:27:00.000-07:002011-09-18T09:27:26.042-07:00Fencing!I spent most of my second day in Costa Rica (Sunday) watching Tomás in a fencing competition. It was very interesting as I have never seen fencing for real before. It's SUCH a hard sport to understand! <span>To me, it seemed pretty random who got points for touching the other.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span>Unfortunately, Tomás didn't win the competition, but I had a good day anyway. </span><span><br />
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<span>In the evening, I went with Maris, her mother, Jorge´s mother and the kids to church. An interesting experience, peaceful, even though the church was s t u f f e d with people! I don't think I'll join them every Sunday though.</span><br />
<span> It's a little funny because Maris is VERY religious and Jorge doesn't believe at all. I guess it makes for some kind of balance. Also, it gives me the freedom to do either, which suits me well.</span>Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-7239668440063835422011-09-15T10:14:00.000-07:002011-09-15T10:23:40.194-07:00The First DayAfter a loooong journey, I finally arrived in Costa Rica.<br />
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<span id="yiv1817263640yui_3_2_0_15_131585585489365">I got to Costa Rica very late because the flight Miami-San Jose kept on getting delayed and when we finally boarded, they had to exchange the flight crew because they had been on duty for too long. So I waited. And waited. Aaaaand waited. But finally we went into the air (around 19 or so, Miami time). When I arrived in San José, my suitcase had gone missing. This was the closest I got to having a meltdown, but fortunately it arrived the next day, so no harm done.</span><br />
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<div id="yiv1817263640yui_3_2_0_15_13158558548932438"><span id="yiv1817263640yui_3_2_0_15_13158558548931857">The first day I went with Maris to a very poor barrio, which name I have forgotten. She´s teaching the local kids to play guitar, her mother draws with them, Gretchen (Maris' niece) teaches them to play the violin and another kid </span><span id="yiv1817263640yui_3_2_0_15_13158558548931857">teaches them drumming</span><span id="yiv1817263640yui_3_2_0_15_13158558548931857">. Of course I was matched up with Gretchen, because we both play violin and are around the same age. I couldn't play however, because my fingernails are too long, and also, it was a </span><span lang="EN-AU">bit hard to communicate as I hardly know any Spanish and the people there knows absolutely no English.</span><span id="yiv1817263640yui_3_2_0_15_13158558548931857"> </span></div><div id="yiv1817263640yui_3_2_0_15_13158558548932438"></div><div id="yiv1817263640yui_3_2_0_15_13158558548932438"><span id="yiv1817263640yui_3_2_0_15_13158558548931857">Fortunately I didn't miss my chance, because they do this every Saturday! The project has been running for around 7 months.</span></div><div></div><div><br />
When we got home, I took a (much needed) one-hour nap. It's really hard coping with the eight-hour difference between Costa Rica and Denmark!</div><div></div><div>Afterwards I went with Maris to "Tips and Fun," which is held at her mother's house right beside her and Jorge's. "Tips and Fun"<span lang="EN-AU"> consists of kids from around this neighbourhood and Tomás and Manuelas friends from school and is run by Maris, her mother and her sister. They make all different kinds of activities. Today Gretchen was ‘visiting’ to teach the kids how to make collages </span>(I did the top of a box - very neat!)</div><div><br />
</div><div><span lang="EN-AU">Afterwards we had a little snack break and one of the kids, Victor, showed off his guitar playing skills. Quite impressive!</span></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />
Later, we tried to play Cranium, but it didn't work out so well as the kids didn't know the game and I didn't know much Spanish. It didn't last long before one of the kids suggested a game of hide and seek instead. I was getting really tired at that point so I didn't join in. Instead I talked with some of the others at the table.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I have no pictures from my first day as I didn't take any.</div>Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-80154433661860102732011-08-23T23:10:00.000-07:002011-08-24T07:03:17.997-07:00The breakHaving to take a break on the whole living-in-Denmark-thing got me thinking about breaks. How long can a break last before it's forgotten in time and just ends up being a plain stop?<br />
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You can take a break in your relationship, a full break where you go out and meet others. But for how long can this break last before it's just a break-up. Since both things are considered break-ups, many people might be indifferent to the distinction between those two. I might be an old romantic at this point (or just desperately clinging to the past, your call), but I believe in break-break-ups, which is a break-up with the possibility of relationship resumption. I'm just not sure how long this "right to withdraw the break-up" is valid. Couple of months? A year? Two, three, five, ten?<br />
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My granddad took a smoking break when he and my grandmother got kids. That break lasted for more than 40 years, and I'm quite sure it's no longer a break but just a plain stop. If he ever starts smoking again, it would be rather unexpected.<br />
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I'm going to Costa Rica in a year, which means I have to take some breaks. With friends, family, places, language. In the break I'm replacing those with new friends, 'family', places and a new language. When the break is over, I'll go back to my old habits, but it'll have changed, because I have. And because now I need room for the new experiences and friends. Shouldn't be a problem. But along the way, some of the breaks will probably turn into stops. Most likely without me wanting to, maybe even knowing about it. They might just fade.<br />
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I hope they don't.Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-47023073267481288752011-08-23T14:54:00.000-07:002011-09-02T09:13:19.541-07:00Of the incredible amount of time and money you have to spend on getting a VisaToday I went on a one-day trip to Copenhagen to get my papers legalized and get my Visa for Costa Rica (which I'm leaving for in 16 days!!) - and yes, as always I was late, which is the reason I didn't just send the paperwork.<br />
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From the moment I got out of bed, my stomach started to squirm, which is quite natural but incredibly annoying since it takes all of my worries and excitement, squish them together, whirl them around until it feels like flustered butterflies and I feel like puking. Just the thought of all the things that could go wrong...<br />
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Fortunately they didn't, but I ended up spending 1210 kr. (around $234) on paper-legalizing and Visa-getting + the 328 kr. I spent on the train.<br />
That's an incredible amount of 1538 kr!! OMG! Oh well, just another one of those unsuspected expenses I just never saw coming!<br />
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Except for all the money I had to let go, I had a great day and I really saw a lot of Copenhagen since I chose to walk from the CPH central station to Asiatisk Plads to Landemærket. All in all it's about 45 minutes of walking (according to the yellow pages). But for someone like me, who can easily get lost in my own city if I go down the wrong street, it took around 3 hours.<br />
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That said, I wasn't in a hurry and therefore enjoyed the walking and sights even though I felt really touristy in a dumb way while looking at the GIANT map I got in a store - I hate looking like a tourist, especially in my own country.<br />
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I spent the afternoon with my good friend Olivia and it was really great to see her again and say goodbye before I'm leaving.<br />
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Here's a great song just to break off the wall of text:<br />
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Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-75023520866201130472011-08-16T14:22:00.000-07:002011-08-16T14:22:45.068-07:00The (re)falling in love with Paris <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:AllowPNG/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:DontAutofitConstrainedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style>
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<div class="MsoNormal">Paris! Everyone who has ever been there must have been at least temporarily infatuated by it. The impressive view from the top of the Eiffel tower, the little green bookshops along the Seine, the impressive Notre Dame, the beautiful bridges, the chic boutiques, fine foods, Louvre and I could go on.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-AU;">Personally my favourite parts of Paris are none of the above mentioned. Even though I love all of the touristy stuff, what I loved the most was the beautiful historical streets and little cosy cafés of the Latin Quarter and the laid-back feeling and the great number of artists in Montmartre.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-AU;">I fell in love! I wanted to stay so badly. Not just for the beautiful Montmartre and Latin Quarter but also for the exotic food markets (I’m a sucker for that kind of stuff) – but home we went, and in spite of the gazillions of pictures we took, my great crush slowly faded.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-AU;">… And then I went to the movies with my mom.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-AU;">For her birthday, I gave her a dine-out with me. She then suggested that we went to watch a movie before the dinner and since Woody Allens “Midnight in Paris” were playing, we should go see that.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-AU;">The movie is said to be a declaration of love to Paris. It was. And it worked. I couldn’t help falling right back in love with the city and its history. All of the great artists who were inspired by the city (which is another part of my Paris love story) were also in the movie and with just a little knowledge of Hemingway, Dalí, the Fitzgeralds, Picasso and the other great men (and women) of the period, the movie were taken to new heights.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-AU;">Definitely on to watch! The same goes for Paris (</span><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">ma chérie)</span><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-AU;"> </span><span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><!--EndFragment-->Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-52120748217544076432011-08-01T15:20:00.000-07:002011-08-01T15:20:37.052-07:00Apati<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">jeg har ligget</div><div class="MsoNormal">i solen</div><div class="MsoNormal">i fire timer</div><div class="MsoNormal">og zappet</div><div class="MsoNormal">mellem vores to kanaler</div><div class="MsoNormal">klik</div><div class="MsoNormal">klik</div><div class="MsoNormal">klik</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">jeg har læst hver side</div><div class="MsoNormal">i magasinet Søndag</div><div class="MsoNormal">”Alle skal kende min Skæbne”</div><div class="MsoNormal">og dårlige kriminoveller</div><div class="MsoNormal">og Anders And blade</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">jeg har skrevet tusind sms’er</div><div class="MsoNormal">og kigget ind i min skærm</div><div class="MsoNormal">og på mit ur</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">minutterne går så langsomt</div><div class="MsoNormal">så ligegyldigt</div><div class="MsoNormal">i min tågedrøm</div><!--EndFragment-->Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-48118545169314047852011-07-22T16:14:00.000-07:002011-07-22T16:15:51.045-07:00Marzipan day!I better try to keep this blog alive. I have a lot on my mind and I make up great posts but I never manage to write them down. But on this dull, rainy day, I finally made the time to both do something AND write about it. Go me!<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">Yesterday I bought a great big amount of marzipan. A whole kilo actually, and for absolutely no other reason than the excitement of it being on sale (32,50 kr.) since it’s usually crazy ass pricy. As soon as I came home I began finding delicious recipes containing marzipan.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">As today was a rainy day anyway, I figured I would spend it on making something out of the marzipan. It took the whole day and made a LOT of mess (which is the reason I usually don’t hurl myself into big time cooking missions) but I think the result went pretty good!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU">I started out with making marzipan and white chocolate scones:</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> I must admit that I think the scones taste a little dull - but with a nice layer of butter, they are perfect as an (unhealthy) evening snack ;)</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal">Afterwards came the 'real' marzipan making. I decided on (easter) eggs and hearts. The egg form makes stuffing easy and hearts are always lovely.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is pretty much what I started out with.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For the crunchy easter eggs, I mixed almonds and heated sugar water. This also works as a snack in itself. Yum!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Halfway through. Chocolate coating - the hardest part - is still missing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Pretty, isn't it? I had some trouble with the dark chocolate coating getting all hard and not very melty. Fixed it by mixing in a little milk and butter but it backfired on me as the chocolate wasn't dry when I moved the marzipan candies into the boxes. I made it through though!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All done!<br />
What the different chocolates contain:<br />
<b>Dark chocolate eggs</b> - marzipan with nougat filling<br />
<b>White chocolate eggs</b> - marzipan with raspberry filling (this one got me really excited!)<br />
<b>Dark hearts</b> - raspberry marzipan<br />
<b>White hearts</b> - raspberry marzipan with nougat<br />
<b>Dark eggs with dots/stripes</b> - almond crunch marzipan<br />
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</tbody></table>As you might notice, these doesn't look pro at all. I simply don't have the skills for it even though I tried by decorating the candy. Oh well, I had fun at it tastes really great! And so ends the great marzipan day.<br />
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</div><div>PS. I never got to use the fruit colors. that really bummed me out, but then at least I have coloring for the next time!</div>Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567336670173944543.post-74047900306740344572011-06-13T02:54:00.000-07:002011-06-13T02:54:05.572-07:00Why A Blog?So. This is my first blog ever. And to be honest, I'm not that confident that it will achieve popularity in time. So as my very first blog post I'll list my reasons to make a blog and the reasons it really might not be that interesting to the rest of the world. Here goes:<br />
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Why I Decided To Make A Blog:<br />
1. I'm a big fan of blogs - The blog Hyperbole and a Half really inspired me.<br />
2. I'm going to Costa Rica in september, this is a good way of keeping people updated.<br />
3. I have wanted to make my own blog for quite some time now.<br />
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Why I Really Shouldn't Make A Blog:<br />
1. I don't have any major interests like cooking or photographing - Instead I like all different things<br />
2. I like chilling around the internet more than actually thinking and writing stuff.<br />
3. I will probably not update it very often.<br />
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ANYHOO! Here's y first blog post. It sucked, but I will be back with something way more awesome and will probably delete this one pretty soon.Lindberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370841860651037049noreply@blogger.com0