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.)

What do IS do on Wednesday night?

They sneak in on the window in the University's music room and make their own concert :)

The week of the "last" is starting and everybody is waiting for his or her turn to go off the leaving list. I am next in my group. Alice left this Tuesday with tears in her eyes. We had a great good-bye party last Saturday for her, we watched Eurovision in an international atmosphere and went to yet another Skojlhodj party...probably the last one for me too. Everybody is getting glued together and we want to do as many things as possible together. We invented an international student's football championship with games every weekend and we even started making our own concerts. I am trying to think about the goods and the not so goods this experience brought in my life and the many lessons I have learned. I hope that by the time I will leave Aarhus I will be able to make a list...and draw some conclusions. Till then...I am enjoying my "last".