Month: February 2014

I’ll send all my loving to you;

Just kidding though, because I suck at mail.

So today, I set off to the closest post office to mail a package home. An impressive feat at it was, considering I went for a run earlier and unknowingly chose a route that was seriously hill after hill and then, some more hills. Not the steep but quick hills, the minor inclines that NEVER END kind of hills. Anyways I hate people that talk about their exercise via public forums, so I am just saying this to drive home the point that to go out in the dark gloomy weather to walk 15 mins there and back with a heavy backpack took motivation. I arrived at the mall, already feeling accomplished and excited to get this load of junk out of my room, ha. I made my way to the post office without even stopping at Vero Moda. Picked up two post cards and the box I needed, and went up to pay. However, my card did not work; the post office lady then informed me they only accepted Danish cards. I shit you not, EVERY place I have been so far has accepted my Visa. All the way down to a sketchy corner store that one would be surprised even had working lights. I managed to find the 90kr for the box and post cards, and then went to situate my things. After getting everything ready and filling out my postcards, I realize, well shit, how am I supposed to pay for stamps and shipping, I seriously have NO kronos left. After shortly considering ripping into the envelop containing the set of different coins I was sending home for my dad, I decided it was best just to take my box and walk to the nearest ATM, just outside of the mall. After dodging some very aggressive traffic, I made it to this magic machine that has so far allowed me to avoid the hassle of getting a Danish bank account. Anyone want to make any guesses as to where this is going? Place a bet with the person next to you? YEAH. The ATM was out of order. I then decided to just buy something cheap at the Fotex, hoping to get cash-back. That didn’t work for me either. So here I was, with a big ole’ box in my backpack, and no money to mail it. The only other ATM I know of where I can get Danish kr with my Canadian cards was completely in the opposite direction past where I am living. So I decided to call it a day, as by the time I got the cash out and got back to the mall, the post office would be closed. So I sadly headed home, and decided to give my mom a video call and tell her of my troubles. I proudly presented her the box I was going to send, and she so kindly pointed out I forgot to write her name, and put the postal code in the wrong space. IN MY DEFENSE, THIS POST OFFICE STRESSES ME OUT SO HARD. So, I suppose it wasn’t all and all a negative that I could not send it, as it may have never arrived. So now my game plan for tomorrow is to go to this ATM and get lots of Kronos, as I need money for laundry as well. THEN go to the administration building to get a fancy little laundry swipe card, then go to the mall/post office to send this god forsaken package.

SO FRIENDS, my advice;

1) ALWAYS have some of the national currency of the country you are in on you at all times, whenever you are getting low, get some more. Do not wait until you have “a bit” because you never know when an ATM is going to fail you.

2) DO NOT assume that your visa is a magical card that will be accepted in whatever place you happen to go. It is not and sometimes the most surprising places (like a post office) will not accept it.

3) Try to have your shit together before you get to the post office; Writing three post cards and shoving 4 different packages into one box on the side table at the post office is not a good idea. They will resent you. It’ll be busy. (You’re excused from this if you were not planning on getting these post cards and had never considered buying the box in advanced and bringing the box intact- but you will do that next time.)

4) Do not freak out, it is no big deal, and just because the lady at the counter was a bitch does not mean you need to feel dumb. You’ll get the hang of it.

5) Laugh at yourself; it is all an adventure in the end.

*** NOTE: it is not advised to wait in line just to get them to weigh your package and see if you can count the extremely small change in your wallet and have the perfect amount. I opted out of this as you should as well. Protect that last shred of dignity.

I am writing this post one, because it is kind of funny, and two, because at the time such little mishaps can seem so huge and defeating when you are built up to accomplish something. Do not sweat it. This might sound like such a minor thing to discuss but just to all those out there in a relate-able situation, involving international mail or what-have-you, it is okay to get frustrated but do not be hard on yourself! ūüôā Things have a weird way of working out. Even if you almost sent your mom mail… without her name on it. We all have those days.

stay golden etc etc,

Much Love from Aarhus;

-Amy xox


Here Comes the Sun

Sunny skies

Sunny skies

Hello Friends!!

I am terribly apologetic for my recent absence from the world of blogging. Week two in Aarhus involved a visit to the famous Aros art museum featuring art by the one artist I follow,¬†Ron Mueck, check him out! Naturally, I wandered about the city and was utterly amazed by the vibrancy that every new thing seemed to have, as new things often do. However, I must say, it was a hard week. Week one is busy with adjustments and settling in and everything is hitting you at once; you go go go. Week two, it kind of hit me, where I was, how long I would be there, what I would be missing, who I would be missing, and how much I would miss them. I also was feeling sick in general, presumably my body adjusting as well. It was a rather dark and rainy week, as they often are here, and I was just feeling drained. Friday had been valentines day which was the first time homesickness reared it’s head, as it is traditionally a day for me spent with my closest friends and my family, my Dad always got me flowers, tiny presents sometimes exchanged. Now I am not one for the traditional valentines day, which is solely used to celebrate romantic love through the man presenting the woman with copeous amounts of ridiculous gifts ad gestures, with no reciprocation at that.However I appreciate it in my own way, simply as a holiday used to take extra time to show the people you love that you love them. A reminder, of sorts. Anyways, such a day just really makes you miss being surrounded by those people, and also makes you appreciate them that much more. However, it could have been much worse, and I took myself out to a nice meal and bought some records, always a pick me up. The following Saturday, I was invited to take part in my floors late Christmas feast/celebration, which was tonnes of fun and featured many traditional Danish dishes that were delicious, including a new way to cook potatoes which I am certainly bringing back to Canada. This night included drinking copious amounts of Schnapps, which everyone was shocked that I didn’t hate. However eating and drinking together is a fantastic combination as you do not get sick, weo go Danes!! It was plenty of fun and I am certainly lucky to be living with such welcoming people. That Sunday I had a lazy day as I was exhausted. Monday (Yesterday) I went on a mission to go to a certain cafe that also offers yoga (Vegan curry AND yoga in one place? yesplease). However mission failed as I am pretty sure this place does not exist. I ended up eating at a place called Mo&Fro which I had visited one time before, best soup ever (I will be soon writing a post on being a vegan/ gluten free in Aarhus, stay tuned!). I was however able to see new areas of the city, buy a few clothes, and most importantly /where the name of this post derives from, IT WAS SUNNY. I am sadly one of those people that requires sunlight in order to be in a pleasant mood. I easily fall victim to winter-blahs, and it is absolute magic what one day in the sun can do for a persons disposition. So here I am today, at a Tuesday morning 8 o’clock class, with dark misty weather outside the windows, feeling much more at ease and content. My jet leg is also finally subsiding, along with my irritated throat and upset stomach. I am extremely blessed to have some really great support from home, and having that contact means the world to me, even as I am having new adventures and a new country, so thank you! I am however in a class on Religion and Mythology in the Viking age, so I should probably get to that. I promise to be more on my blog after this, because I know you all are just hanging on the edge of your seats to hear about my wild and zany mishaps, so I will try not to disappoint, haha!

Hope you are all well, much love to whatever corner or the world you find yourself in!

– Amy xx

Don’t know what you got ’till it’s gone


Note my blog up on the corner of the computer screen; priorities.

Classic phrase, classic song, and incredibly applicable to many areas in life. However, in the instance, I am referring to my Campus back home in Nova Scotia Canada, Mount Saint Vincent University. Do not get me wrong; I absolutely LOVE Aarhus University; it is extremely beautiful and filled with friendly people and endless opportunities. I am unbelievably thankful for the Mount for giving me the chance to be here, and it is an opportunity I am glad I have taken. I am simply saying that when the Mount brags of small class sizes and a small campus; they are not fucking around. Guys, NEVER complain about the 5 minute walk that it takes to get from any place to any other place on the mount campus, and I will NEVER again complain about the hill. Y’all don’t even know a walk to class. And yes, the Mount hill¬†does have a bit more of an incline than the hill here, BUT it is over in a mere 5 minutes, give or take depending on your speed and the weather. The hill here however, IT.GOES.ON.FOR.EVER. I swear it never ends. Similar to the campus; it is huge guys, seriously. I spent 40 minutes finding my first class yesterday, and maybe 3 minutes max was that being in the wrong building and looking for a room that didn’t exist, the rest was walking. Mostly on the incline mentioned earlier. And this is not circling, or retracing my steps. that is just trying to find the right damned building. AND ALL THE BUILDINGS LOOK THE SAME. I had better luck finding my second class however, only about a 15 minute walk from my first class, and was able to find the auditorium right away. Mind you I am pretty sure that one class had as many students in it and the collective MSVU student population. Oi. The class I have next Monday however, isn’t even on the damned main campus, it is a bit up from me to the left. 3 classes, 3 different buildings at minimum 15 minutes apart. Oh and classes aren’t always in the same place so that is fun too. So the next time you have a class in Seton right after your class in Evaristus thank your stars that you don’t need google maps to find how to get places that are just on your campus. So yesterday I had my first day of classes, which is what is described above. The first was a class on Mythology and Religion in the Viking age, very cool. And then a course on British and Irish history, could maybe get cool. Currently I am just on break in the middle of a two hour version of the one hour history course, which I still don’t fully understand the workings of. Last night there was some international student activities which was cool, had some drinks and danced and met some neat people. They have Jack Daniels here so obviously that was exciting. Then of course I had to polish off the rest of season one Game of Thrones when I got home at 12ish.

THIS JUST IN: FOLKS IT IS SUNNY IN AARHUS.¬†This is the first time I have seen the sun here, I AM SO EXCITED. They have a very dark winter, a little warmer than a Canadian winter but so so dark. I was assured last night that it will get brighter, and apparently the enthusiastic international coordinator was spot on! Great as I am walking to the mall¬†later to get a phone and this’ll make it much more¬†pleasant. Also I really need groceries..¬†but¬†it is an awful hassle. I am aiming to¬†do that Thursday as I have no¬†class!

Things are looking quite bright here in Denmark,

Love and miss you all back home; and hope all is well wherever/whoever you are!

-xox Amy

PS; all the current talk that is going on about Kings and Lords and control, all of this in accents, is really making me want to dig into season two of Game of Thrones. Should probably get back to class.

5 Cardinal Rules For The Solo Traveler

Thought Catalog

You probably have read recent articles on the web telling you¬†why you should travel alone at least once. I‚Äôm pretty sure you‚Äôve even retweeted and reposted these in all your social media accounts, then added¬†‚Äėto travel solo‚Äô¬†in your never-ending list of things to procrastinate with.

I could give you a thousand more clichés on how exciting and empowering it is to travel on your own. But I’m sure you’ve heard enough from others that say traveling solo provides the perfect opportunity for self-discovery and all that metaphysical, new age-y stuff.

Exploring a new city by yourself has that certain je ne sais quoi.

Just recently, I visited the cities of Siem Reap and Phnom Penh in Cambodia and (re)discovered the joys of going solo.¬†‚ÄėSeeing the silhouette of the Angkor Wat outlined by the picturesque sunrise behind it‚Äô¬†is now ticked off my bucket list.


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She took a midnight train going anywhere


OKAY, so it wasn’t exactly a ‘midnight’ train, I had to catch it by 9:50 am, regardless it was a train so whatever. It is also suiting due to the ‘anywhere’ as I essentially did not know where the fuck I was going. What a shit show. I have received¬†a lot of sympathy in regards to the airport mishaps I had encountered, well¬†friends, it doesn’t hold a candle to yesterday. I would be being too kind to term it the day from hell. The previous night I had been super restless, and only banked on 2 hours of sleep before rising at 7 the next morning. Checked out of the hotel and grabbed a cab, onward to meet some others from¬†my school back home who were also heading to Aarhus. However the cab driver had no idea where the bus station I needed to be at was located, so he dropped me at the central station. Now this place was insane on its own, everyone bustling about trying to catch their train or bus. However the busses were all local busses and asking for help was futile as all of the people I encountered thought I was crazy to take the bus when the train was of the same expense and what they considered to be much faster. SO eventually I did find a kiosk supplying bus tickets to Aarhus and decided to just get it and possibly the directions would be on the ticket. WELL NO DICE. Apparently I had reached the limit on my visa and with the absence of a phone it was not as simple as a quick money transfer. Did I mention I couldn’t get wifi either? Because I couldn’t get wifi. I thought I was completely fucked. In despair I made one last attempt at asking a local what to do. Again, I was told the train was the best option and quite frankly the only option that anyone knew anything about. So I made a snap decision to go with it and re-approached the information center that had dismissed me quite abruptly earlier when asking about bus routes, this time inquiring about the train. She informed me that one would be leaving in 20 minutes and vaguely pointed to the general area where I could purchase a ticket from the kiosk. [did I mention this place was HUGE?] So after finding the appropriate place to be, I was EXTEREMELY relieved to find that this one kiosk also took Kronos (Danish dollar) as payment. The only negative thing about this is that it left me with 120 kronos and a declined visa. So I hauled all my luggage on to this train, had to have a kindly gentleman help me put my main bag on the top luggage compartment, hell I couldn’t even reach up¬†that high let alone¬†chuck a fifty pound¬†bag onto it. The kicker¬†of the train is, I had no idea it was supposed to take but I knew it was less time than the bus which was estimated to be about 3 hours.¬†So I was super anxious the whole train ride at every stop, NO idea when I should get off. This whole ordeal made watching Game of Thrones especially difficult as it was hard to pay attention to both. However two episodes later I did in fact get off at the right stop and arrive in Aarhus. It had then suddenly dawned on me; I have 120 Kronos (Which is just a little over 20 dollars Canadian). I better hope to fuck that my taxi drive was short, as my initial one from the airport was 260kronos. Luckily my taxi came to 115. HOW LUCKY. The unlucky part of it though, was that the taxi driver had about the same amount of knowledge on the orientation of the campus as I did; read: NONE. So here I was, with all my belongings in tow, aimlessly wandering around the campus with absolutely no sense of where I needed to be (the international center). So I asked a random man in a history exhibit at the nearest building, who then google maps’ed it for me and gave me a campus map. God bless him. However what followed was 30 mins of confusion and dragging a shit tonne of stuff around a campus I didn’t know looking for this allusive international student center. I did eventually get there, and seeing some students from home there was a huge relief. After receiving a welcome package and my keys, I was again off with all my things to walk up hill to where my room was located. I did however arrive safely, and was never more relieved to see a room in my whole life, I swear it. I was able to meet a few people that lived on my floor and everyone seemed super nice and welcoming, but I was exhausted and was being peer pressured by a friend back home to keep watching the Game of Thrones. Okay it didn’t require much pressuring; the show is addictive as fck and having something normal and familiar from home is a blessing¬†as a¬†refuge when trying to settle in to a new country.¬†I also spent the night trying to sort out my timetable, which¬†still isn’t completely sorted. But at the end of the day, I was super proud of what I had accomplished and¬†of the fact that I have the balls to do¬†I am doing, going to school in another country and all.¬†The most important thing I have found so far is that you¬†honestly just have to have faith¬†that things will work out, because 9/10 they will,¬†and it is not the end of the world if they don’t. unless of course the thing we are referring to is indeed human survival, then well if it didn’t work out it would be the end of the world and we would be fucked.¬†But that isn’t exactly the issue at hand, is it? Hahahaha sorry guys I am a bit tired and my jokes seem funny to me. ANYWHO¬†where this post has taken me, completely coincidentally, is¬†don’t stop believing.¬†‚úĆ [and for those of you that know me, yeah, I am singing the rest of the lyrics really loudly and obnoxiously right now]

XOX All my Love from Denmark;


Took my chances on a big jet plane

Hi Denmark

Hi Denmark

Hey y’all!

I had intended to start blogging on here at the airports and such, maybe even a little before I left, but as it turns out an hour layover in Heathrow doesn’t mean sit and sip some Starbucks while you wait at your gate for your flight to get in; it means you better RUN from point A to point B, hoping that security doesn’t take over the time of your layover. Of course my boot got stuck in the middle of the security scanner, stealing about 6 of my precious minutes as all the security was busy, assumingly keeping things secure. When my boot was finally retrieved, I made it to the gate, I shit you not, just before the gate was closed. Just to hear that my carry on was too large and needed to be checked, however she¬†assured me that was no issue or of no cost to me, and had her colleague take it away¬†to¬†God knows wear. Having¬†had an airplane lose my luggage once on a¬†flight to Ghana, it is understandable that such a situation¬†would¬†make me a bit apprehensive.¬†However it had to be done and I was ready to sit down, so I shrugged¬†wandered on to find my seat where I could then settle¬†and indulge in reading Lord of the Rings. After my third smooth flight of the trip (three cheers for British Airlines!) I¬†blazed through the¬†airport¬†anxious to ensure all my belongings for my 5 month stay in Denmark had arrived safely with me. Thank god all was there and safe, and I was ready to grab a taxi and settle in somewhere. So I attempted to access the WiFi through my tablet to let my mom know I had safely landed, and WiFi wouldn’t connect so I thought I would give her a quick call so she wouldn’t have a panic attack right then and there. Reaching into my backpack for my phones designated place, and it does not seem to be there. After a thorough searching of all possible places it could be, it dawned on me; I had most certainly left my phone on the plane. While this wasn’t a huge deal as I have always planned on getting a Danish phone upon arrival, it was very unsettling having no ways to contact anyone at the moment and well, my iPhone was still on a plane somewhere (proper authorities have been contacted and my phones fate is still uncertain). So I stumbled out to the taxi deck, just waiting to get to a bed to plunk down. After a short confusion with¬† taxi driver after saying yes please which is supposedly similar sounding to a place in Copenhagen, I got in a taxi and made my way to the Comfort hotel which I would be staying, maybe not the best buy but I figured all my other traveling would involve hostels and well I hadn’t slept in 48 hours. Come to find I had a two pronged Canadian adapter for my three pronged computer charger, ohboy. Also FYI, you put your key card in the fancy little “main switch” slot on the wall beside the door when you first come in. It allows you to turn on heat and use lights. Do not suffer in darkness and cold for hours before asking the front desk what the fuck is wrong as I did. Ohwell, everything worked out fine and today I visited¬†a Fotex (Danish supermarket of sorts) and obtained a replacement computer charger and all is well. So here I am, Sunday at one in the morning starting my blog as my computer was without a charger all yesterday. I bus to Aarhus tomorrow early in the morning to settle in my room, with school starting on Tuesday. The last few days have consisted of wandering Copenhagen, which is a gorgeous city that I cannot wait to visit more in depth when I am not suffering from exhaustion. I have an endless amount to say about my trip so far as of three days since leaving home, yet time to sleep is becoming precious and my yawns are coming more frequently.

Hope you (whoever you are) are safe and sound in whichever corner of the world you are currently residing in;

With all my love, goodnight! xoxoxo