
[photo: For breakfast this morning I tried to make Vibeke and Marianne some good ol' American flapjacks. They tasted just fine, but it's clear I need some practice. "This one looks like Sjælland!" exclaimed Vibeke. I've provided a map of Sjælland to illustrate my level of incompetence]
Yesterday Vibeke and I went to a concert at Copenhagen's new concert hall. It was classical music featuring soloist Andreas Scholl. When he first started singing I pretty much had to pick my jaw up off the floor (check out the video to see why). The new concert hall is a bit awkward for large crowds to navigate, but it's beautiful in the actual auditorium. There were several terraces arranged sort of "in the round" to provide seating for 1600. The design was very organic, with no right angles or straight edges (hence the difficulty when finding one's seat) and it was all done in a light wood lit by a sort of orange glow from the lights. Essentially, I felt like we were in the middle of a peach. It was a wonderful concert.
At least once a week I try to grab some shawarma for lunch. I think this is technically a Turkish dish, but it's all over Copenhagen (hot dogs are to New York City as shawarma is to Copenhagen). It basically consists of beef, lettuce, magic sauce, and pita. The beef is cut off a spindle which is usually displayed in the window of the shop, a form of advertisement so effective it's almost cruel. It's become a sort of bragging right if a DIS student can find the cheapest shawarma in town.
A local cafe by day / bar by night called the Studenterhuset (student house) is run mostly by University of Copenhagen students and DIS volunteers. I worked my first shift on Wednesday night and had a blast! Behind the counter I found some flyers they were going to put up for swing dancing on Sunday afternoons. After joining the Bradley Swingers last semester, I've been feeling a bit deprived. After a late pancake breakfast, I can't think of a better way to procrastinate on a lazy Sunday.
The thing that amazed me about the video you posted (well, aside from his voice) was the fact that he was wearing pretty damn casual clothes. It's weirdly jarring to see someone with such an amazing voice wear a sweatshirt and khakis. It's like, "You're mortal too?"
ReplyDeleteAnd the little critter on the back of that cereal box is flat out frightening. I will call him Mr. Blobby.