Wednesday, March 07, 2007


My friend, Simona, had an appointment in Flensburg (Germany) the other day, and I tagged along for fun. I love walking up and down the main pedestrian street -- it's a very cute little town loaded with charm. Northern Europeans go crazy for springtime, and flowers (mainly tulips, gerbera daisies and ranunculas) are everywhere. Most of the flowers come from Holland, and you can get a humongous bunch for almost nothing...

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Guess who I bumped into on the street today?

So, February kind of sucked all around, and we're just going to go ahead and put those nasty few weeks behind us. Hi March! What better way to kick off a new month than with a heart-warming li'l story of what just happened to me:

Bella and I took a long walk out of town, through some fields and far away. It was beautiful, and I listened to last week's "This American Life" on my Ipod. On our way home, we're maybe thirty yards away from our front door when I saw them. I think I spotted them first, but I wasn't giving anything away; I was excited, but I hesitated to say anything to them. It was the bikes that did it, and then the ties and nametags, all wrapped up in earnest grins.

The Mormons, one tall, one short, had found me.

Little Missionary Guy hopped off his bike and made a beeline towards Bella and me. I was kind of thrilled -- I knew these kids would be shocked out of their minds when they found out I was American, and they were. LMG started talking to me in very stalled Danish, and I said, "Hey, you're American, huh? Me too!" He looked like I'd just grabbed his face and given him the hottest French kiss of his short life -- initial shock, followed by confusion, and then pure joy. He beamed at me -- I wasn't ratta-tat-tatting at him in Danish!

"Yeah! Uh, yeah! I'm American! Yeah! You too!" Tall Missionary Guy hustled over to see what all of the excitement was about; it seemed, I'm sure, suspicious.

They could not believe their luck at having found me. We chatted about learning Danish and how hard it was and where we were from and why I was here and why do Danes stare at us even though we look like everyone else here (well, kids...) and could they pet my dog because they sure missed their dogs back home. They were so jazzed they completely forgot about the gospel (not that I'm narcing on them). These two were the sweetest kids, I wanted to invite them for coffee or maybe just some 7Up but I thought it might be best to just leave things as they were so I told them I had to go and I'm sure we'd bump into each other around town real soon so bye!

Unfortunately, I think they saw which building I went into, so I'm sure I'll be seeing them again.