As I began writing this post just one week ago*, trying to wistfully ponder that allusive first sentence that would capture the spirit of my bohemian, artistic mood of the moment, I found myself distracted by something shiny. As I peered through my window, shading my eyes from the sun’s fearsome burning rays, I moved in closer to the glass. My eyes widened with disbelief. I gasped open-mouthed. ‘It must be a mirage; a distortion of my vision’ I thought. But it was not. The rumours were true!
It was snow. Flurries of snow were cascading before my very eyes. The sun was still shining. It was April.
No dearest readers, you have not gone back in time to January (my time machine being mine…. ALL MINE!). The reason for my experiencing of such weather is that I am not actually in Denmark at the moment. For this semester only, one half of your ever faithful International Extraordinaire team has escaped the clutches of the Viking Barbarians and has landed itself far, far away in the depths of Eastern Europe: Estonia.**
Charting my European journey from West to East
(Because I love maps and diagrams, here is a nice little pictorial display of my moves from one country to another this decade. You’ll know which one is Denmark because I drew an awesome viking hat to show you. My drawing is so skilful, sometimes it’s hard to believe that I didn’t become an artist).
