My hands smell like garlic. Yes, I know you wanted to know that about my travels. It’s important, not really, but I was cutting garlic earlier for my dinner (tonight was traditional Swedish food, mos and kottebulle (mashed potatoes and meatballs) yep. I was lazy but I spent nearly an hour and a half cooking eggplant napoleon last night so... it’s a trade off. Anyway, point is, it’s weird, typing and smelling garlic. So I’ve learned some important things. Danish speaking: Jeg vil gerne have flæskeskeg halvsteg. I will have roast pork, rare. Yeah, makes no sense but amuses the hell outta me. Let’s see, I went to a Swedish class on Monday, it’s Swedish level 2. Didn’t do so well. Actually, cross that out, I did great considering the people in front of me have
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