Mamma Mia

So, as you know, I went to a psychiatric day center to make dinner for the... lets call them "clients." I decided to make the only decent traditional danish dinner I know how to make- A Tomattærte and a salad. It turned out to be a really good way to break the ice and get to talk to the clients. Several of them helped me make the meal and everyone was very curious and talkative. However, it turns out that the manager of the place got me and one of my professors clients mixed up, so he thought I wanted to become a client of the psychiatric day center... (He thought I was Schizophrenic.) Luckily, after observing me that night, he cleared up this misunderstanding and I signed a contract to be a weekly volunteer and attend the meetings so that I could learn how best to talk to and interact with the clients. My teacher said I should be proud that I got in, because it can apparently be hard to get a spot as a volunteer at this center. So, I'm going back again on Wednesday, no idea what to make this time, probably just some sort of pasta dish. I wish I could say more about my experiences there, but I signed a... "tavshedspligt" which= "vow of silence" but I can't remember the proper name for it in english.

The weather here has been delightful, but seeing as in 6 days I'll have visitors for 3 weeks straight (Kevin, followed by Mor and Lars), I've retreated to my room to read and read and read, so that I can get ahead before Kevin comes. I caved on a particularly nice day though and went with Javier and his cousin Ricardo to walk around the city.
Last weekend was my mormor's birthday so I spent the night there after her birthday party and made her this layer cake:

Peter, Peter, and HelleHelle and Mormor

Helle and Peter's new dog (Chaplin)

A Jens SigI stayed the night and it was practically a therapeutic experience. Whenever I woke up in the middle of the night and saw where I was, I felt comforted, it reminded me so much of being there in the summer on vacation without a care in the world. Mormor and Morfars house feels like home in the sense that a lot of my childhood memories were made there so I feel like I've grown up there, and it was so comforting to wake up in the morning with the familiar smell of warm bread rolls and tea, I just felt like all my stress was gone and I was home. I should really visit more often!

But, since I have stream of visitors coming soon, I spend most of my time reading to get ahead, I've practically committed social suicide, I come home from work or class, say hi, go into my room and shut the door... they've stopped telling me where they're going or inviting me along, so I am very excited to get ahead with my reading and rejoin the social realm! Starting now, I am baking cookies with a somewhat new friend, we both really miss chocolate chip cookies, and I'm trying not to eat the pastries that I've put in the freezer to preserve for when Kevin comes. (last week everything at the bakery across the street was just 5 kr!!) Alright, time to study hard, I'm so excited to see Kevin in 5 days, and mor and Lars-bars in 17!!! It'll be so nice to have some quality mother-daughter, brother-sister time!