The Sunniest Day

Today started with the sun pouring into my room at 6am. I managed to roll over and steal a few more hours before the need to enjoy the weather consumed me. With nothing better to do, I set a few goals. Find a pastry and some coffee, See Mogens Poulsen (My Dr.) to find out what the deal is with the remaining paperwork I need for Peace Corps, people watch, pictures and get my TB test taken care of. So first thing first, I decided to head to Mr. Poulsen's office. Once I get there, much to my agitation, I find that the test I need is not something done in Denmark and because we took the blood on Friday, it went bad before it could be sent to a lab where they do it. "Thank you Mogens Poulsen for letting me know!" He took that last batch of blood 2 weeks ago. Argh. So they took yet another vile of my precious crimson life fluid and promised me I'd have the papers by Friday.
I was more than ready for that coffee and pastry by this point, so I head off toward the cobble stoned pedestrian path to find a bakery. And at the first one I came to, after much deliberation, I selected the morning special of 2 chocolate muffins and a cup of coffee. I then walked to Cafe Barresso and took a seat at their outside tables to enjoy a muffin and people watch. This is what I saw: 5 snow-suited babies, a dozen black baby buggies, 2 khaki ones, 3 fur coats, more high heels than I'll ever understand, and a little person on a bike.
I wanted to take pictures, but I reminded myself that while these photos would just be shoes, coats, and snow-suited babies to me, to the people in them they'd be snapshots of their lives. An intimate, personal snapshot that I simply cannot justify taking from them for the satisfaction of having captured something as meaningless to me as shoes, coats, and snowsuit babies.
Next goal, TB test. Its 11:30 and I cannot people watch anymore. I'm restless. So I decided to start toward where I think the hospital is. I have an idea, and I can see a hospitaly looking building off in the distance. It was quite a walk. I'd say I walked several miles today getting there and back, but I found it easily enough. Now those of you who know me as intimately as I know myself, know that hospitals freak me out. English hospitals are scary enough, and this Danish one was at least 3 times as daunting. I don't know if its the idea of sick and hurting people in general or the rigid uniformity of people in white coupled with the terribly sterile smell of the place that unnerves me the most. In any-case and as ashamed as I am to admit, I got a little panicky walking through those sterile corridors, noticing the rooms with beds full of sick Danes. The unfamiliar signs and the unfamiliar sound of Danish conversation did not help any. That place was something like the culmination of everything here that unnerves me. I made it though. I found the receptionist and got my TB test done right away.
Then I came home, taking some pictures on the way. And now I'm going to make a pizza and get ready for my Danish class. Tomorrow I'll be tutoring 3 Danes in English, planning my trip to Amsterdam, and working on my project.