Wednesday my Gender, Body, and Sexuality class trekked to Malmö, Sweden for delicious pastries, gay marriage debates, and dinner at our professors house. Malmö looks so much like Copenhagen, it’s a little weird. The coolest part of the day was waiting for our delayed train at the station while cargo trains zipped by 5 feet from where we stood. For some reason I felt so empowered and free. The rest of my class was just scared. Haha. Here are pictures from downtown..
Thursday morning was a brilliant adventure getting to my 8:30AM Prague history class. I woke up, filled my new mug with hot coffee, and set off on my yellow bike at 7:45AM for the S-train station. It had snowed all night and was still snowing steadily. As I turned onto the main street with a car behind me, my bike skidded out of control in the powder and I completely wipe out onto my side. I get up unscathed, laughing in incredulity, with a wet butt and some sympathetic stares from witnesses in the car. The unspilled, piping hot coffee became a major source of happiness despite wet pants, delayed train, metro exit location failure, snow-in-the-eyes blindness, and zero shoe traction. I end up being a mere 15 minutes late to class after barging into the wrong classroom (realizing this after standing in the doorway for a long minute) and climbing a total of 5 flights of stairs.
So, two once in a lifetime opportunities achieved in two days: taking a trip to Sweden and embarrassing myself in a foreign country. Awesome!
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