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ffaf, on vacation
September 30, 2005

danmark. yes. danmark would be my favorite place to vacation. (yes.. i also type it ‘danmark’ instead of ‘denmark’ because that is how they spell it there. :-) ) i realize that danmark is not your typical “touristy” vacation spot. but that is exactly why i love it so much. well, that and also i have made many great friends while i was over there for four months. i also fell in love with the food, the culture, the land and even the impossible-to-learn language of danish. (ok. so it’s not impossible to learn… but it sure is near the top of ‘most difficult things for me to do’) i have found some places around here to buy danish food cuz i miss that food so much. i even miss having laugh at me for mispronouncing “rød grød med fløde” (don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. it actually means ‘red berries with cream’ and it is a traditional danish dessert… which is AWESOMELY good btw.. but nearly impossible for an american to pronounce correctly).

i spent four months in danmark and we traveled throughout the country during that time. if you are familiar with danmark, you may note that it is a very small country, (and the whole country would fit into lake michigan…) and that there are only around 6 million people that live there. so when we were traveling, we got to see most of the country. also, while we were there, we lived for a week at a time at either a family’s home, or a boarding school. that was one of the coolest things EVER. we got to eat with the families or students, and enjoy danish ’every-day’ life instead of fast food and hotels.

Goats
September 30, 2005

Now, see, that goat, however, also almost assisted in the death of my little sister once.

Now you’re paying attention.
So this goat belonged to my brother. I don’t remember why we had this goat, honestly. We just did. And he was my brother’s. His name was Martin. We used to hook him up to the Red Flyer wagon and have him pull us around. One of us would ride in the wagon with one of the little kids while the other would lead us around.

Jamaica Always
September 30, 2005

I have a confession to make, Jamaica isn’t a traditional “vacation spot” for me, it’s where I was born. But in my own defense, I moved to the states when I was very young so going back to Jamaica is like a vacation.

Every time I stepped off the plane I was bombarded by the smells and sounds of the island. The last time I went to Jamaica, it wasn’t on pleasant terms - it was to bury one of my beloved relatives and it was a bittersweet trip.