Arrival

"Good Morning and welcome to Copenhagen," was the official greeting we received from the flight attendant once we landed. It was crazy to think that only seven hours earlier I was waving goodbye to Our Lady Liberty and to America for four months.
"So, It's a brand new day here in Copenhagen," commented a boy across the aisle, and I have never heard a more true statement. As I expected, everything is different, but nothing is as I expected. Bikes are everywhere. They even have their own lane on most of the streets. I hope to soon find out where I can get a bike of my own on which to explore the city. I live in the city, a short metro ride from downtown in a kollegium called Oresunds. Keeley and I share two small rooms, one the bedroom the other a living/study room. We found the kitchen on our floor and met Martin, the floor leader. He is Danish and informed us that most of the other floors treat Americans with hostility, but that this floor was friendly and accepting as long as we made the initial effort and introduction. I think we lucked out on that deal. So maybe I will end up with some Danish friends after all. I suppose we will see!

PS. After orientation is done on Wednesday, I will post my pictures from this week.