The beginning

In a few hours I will be leaving Aarhus...and I am totally depressed. Not because I loved the city so much, but because I am sure that I will never see half of the people I met, never in my life again. I had the best days ever and even the weather was on my side. I can't decide on what I loved more about this place, but this semester was absolutely the best. I had work, school and tons of laughing...which for me makes a good life recipe.

I sold my bike today, exchanged my money, bought my train ticket and already said goodbye to some people...I have the worst feeling ever and I really hope that I will not be crying.

I took a bath in the sea for the last time...with clothes on because Diego was so nice to push me in.

Aalborg costume parade

It's been a month since we went for a trip outside of Aarhus. The weather these days was really crappy and not invinting for trip actually. But we had a hunger for leaving again, especially since I will be leaving for good in one week and a half and we decided to go with the Spanish group to Aalborg, where there was suppose to be a carnival. We went with Paki's car and this was official my first car drive in Denmark. There is no point in praising the roads and comparing them with the ones at home...its a hopeless case. Aalborg is small city 200km away from Aarhus, also in Jutland. We got there really fast cause Paki is a fast driver and a skilled one too, to our luck. The weather was super good, specially made for the parade...we couldn't have asked for more. I think that's why Danes are the happiest people in Europe, you never, ever know what to expect from the weather, but when it's sunny you enjoy to the maximum. The parade already started when we got there, so because we were lost from the guys who came with other cars we just blended in the crowd. We were Mexicans :).

Typically Danish, the event was just another good reason to get totally wasted. But they are very inventive...as I could tell from the costumes. At the end the whole city looked like a dump yard and I thought it would take them 3 days to clean it up...but in the evening, in 2 hours the city was sparkling clean, except for the places where people were still hanging out. Me, Paki, Marketa and Diego slept in the car, because again we got separated from the others and we wanted to leave together. We woke up at 4 am to and called them...but they said that the are already in Aarhus...so we waited for nothing, "cultural misunderstanding . We left soon...and got home even faster...and now Paki's driving skills kinnda helped us...190 km/h, a deer, 2 sec and 50 cm...pfff...we are alive.

My poem

Ca lacrimi mari de sânge
Curg frunze de pe ramuri, -
Şi-nsângerat, amurgul
Pătrunde-ncet prin geamuri.
Pe dealurile-albastre,
De sânge urcă luna,
De sânge pare lacul,
Mai roş ca-ntotdeauna.
La geam tuşeşte-o fată
În bolnavul amurg;
Şi s-a făcut batista
Ca frunzele ce curg.
(Amurg - G.B.)