My arrival

 

 

On Monday, the 25th of August, 12.15 am, in the Nice airport, I take on board the plane to Copenhagen, the stewardess, like the luggage controller, mistook me for a Danish guy and talked to me in Danish…I didn’t get it !!!

 

On Monday, the 25th of august, in the fly SK716 of Scandinavian Airlines System, everywhere in the plane there are some fair-haired people speaking a language I don’t know for the moment, beside to me, there are two quite fat Danish looking at FHM and Tuning Magazine in Danish…how unlucky I am, I’d rather speak discuss with the girl ahead.

 

On Monday, the 25th of august, the plane takes off, the sky is not really blue, in two hours I will be at Copenhagen, and I’m looking forward…

 

On Monday, the 25th of august, the plane flies over Copenhagen, it’s beautiful, and there are air power plants, Denmark has got a flat relief, it’s a northern country but it’s sunnier than Nice!!!

 

The Copenhagen airport is giant, I have to go to find my luggage very far away. Having got back my luggage, I buy a ticket to KobenHavn H (Central Station of Copenhagen) where I have to meet with my buddy Martin at 3.30 pm.

 

I’m a little bit early, so I make a little trip around the central station. It’s windy but it is not so much cold, but I should have brought a coat because I think that September will be very fresh…

 

A little fair-haired boy, around 20 years old, goes straight on me, cross me and ask the person behind me (a quite tall brown-haired with baggage) if his name is Maxime…Error, Hey Martin, I’m here !!! Every body mistakes me for a Danish guy, I should change the colour of my hair…

 

Martin is very nice, but he speaks English too much fast, all Danish do it, so I ask him to slow because it’s double Dutch… So, perhaps, in two months, I will speak like him… After explaining me how to take the bus, metros and trains in Copenhagen, we take the train for Holte, a little town in the suburb of Copenhagen, in order to meet with the person who puts me up. First surprise: here, the trains are super cleaned, nobody swindles, and we can take the train with our bike because there are special compartment. However, carriages are very expensive…welcome to the second most expensive country in Europe!!!

 

Miss Grinsted Jytte comes to pick us to the Holte station in car, a Citroen C3!!! It reminds me France…She bring us to her house with difficulties (she hardly crushed a biker). It’s a beautiful wooden Danish house which looks like the neighbour’s ones. It’s a quite rich and quite familial quarter. My bedroom is larger than I hoped and in addition, I have a fridge, a CD radio, and a television set. Outside, I have got a very nice little terrace to read a book.

 

Miss Grindsted proposed to me a tea and we discussed about stuff. She is very nice and speaks a little bit French but I prefer when she speaks English because I understand…!!

Ok, it’s 9.30 pm, I’m just putting my clothes away, Miss Grindsted offer to me a dinner, it was good and there was French white wine. I’m a little bit tired, I’m going to bed, and I’m looking forward to meeting my new classmates tomorrow…