Bakken!

It's Sunday.

And homework isn't due for another week.

So I did nothing all day, except try to make friends on Facebook and make travel plans with them, to no avail.

I'm trying to get someone to take a train through Italy with me. Who wouldn't want to do that? Apparently, everyone wouldn't want to do that. With me. Because I have no real friends here. Except Taylor. And she's busy.

Boo-hoo.

Linda said I can't stay home all day. She said I need to go do things.
But I liked staying home all day today. Because all this week I will be traveling in Western Denmark with my core course and our schedule is packed.

Itinerary:

My chosen MPP Immersion Study is the Palliative Care in Denmark, so I go to a nursing home and learn about caring for the elderly.

And then they threw this story in the back of the itinerary for fun:

So that's core course week and it starts tomorrow, so I get to wake up at 5:30am.

Tonight, however, Linda and Bjarne took me to Bakken, the oldest amusement park in the world. (Chloe is still not home from Amsterdam, Simon doesn't want to hangout with us.)

Bjarne's motorcycle has a nifty side-car attached (I thought of the Aristocats), so I got to ride in it while Linda and Bjarne were on the motorcycle. It was super fun.

Getting warm clothes on for my first motorcycle ride! (Even if it's in a side-car.)

And I wore Louise's old helmet, which makes me look like a chubby bunny when I smile.

I was trying to take a picture of me and Linda without her noticing, but it looks like she noticed. I'm a creep.

It is a biker haven there.

Most of the bikers just walk around and look, today especially because it had just rained a lot and it was kind of cold. Today was the last day Bakken was open for the year.

It was surrounded by forest and it was beautifully lit up as the sun went down.

Linda and Bjarne bought me an ice cream cone, but it was very Danish.
It was banana-split ice cream on the bottom, a flodebolle in the middle, ice cream with a candy called Lion in it on top of that, and then soft-serve ice cream, the bottom of the flodebolle (the wafer), and some marshmallowey stuff on top.

 

It was SO good.

Linda and Bjarne got regular cones; I like all that extra sugar and stuff because I'm American.

Now I really want to get a motorcycle and ride it through Europe.