I’m not used to being a foreigner. I like to understand things. By that I mean, I like to know backgrounds, stories, attitudes and environmental factors that shape a place and it’s  people.

I like to take time to mull things over and process my feelings and thoughts and impressions. Basically I really like to think things over research places so that I feel like I know them enough to not be a total outsider.

In Copenhagen, I’m definitely a foreigner, and outsider.

Today walking around Copenhagen on my own, I saw all the sights, smelled the smells, experienced the colors and watched the people. But I didn’t understand a thing most people on the street were saying. I couldn’t read most of the signs and people who approached me on the street might as well have been speaking gibberish.

It’s different, I’m not used to feeling like this, but somehow, I was still able to navigate my way home on my own and buy a few supplies.

Maybe as we spend more time here, I’ll come to understand this place better, but for now I’m just trying to come to terms with feeling like a foreigner for the first time in ages.