Day 2 and Beyond

On our second full day in Horsens, we moved into our new home. That was an adventure.

It started off easily enough; after a delicious breakfast at the hotel (where I decide that I definitely love the pastries here), we walked to the school to check in and pick up our keys. It was around a 45 minute walk, but it goes quick enough when you’re in awe of everything, so off we went.

There’s a graveyard on our route and as weird as this sounds, it’s beautiful. I absolutely love it. I plan to photograph it extensively when it warms up a bit. Graves are surrounded by hedges, and it’s on a bit of a hill so that when you look over the fence, you can see the entire area. Words can’t even do it justice.

The buildings along our walk are just as breathtaking. Greg estimates the average age of them to be around 100 years old, but possibly older. Some of them have little balconies that are barely big enough for one person to stand on. There’s no way you’d even get a small stool out on one. I have deemed them for when you’re drinking your morning coffee (or tea, if you’re like myself) and you just want to fling open your door, place a hand on the rail, survey the foggy landscape and breathe in the cool morning air and go “ahhh, I’m in Europe.”

The “I’m-in-Europe” balconies for short. I want one.

We arrive at the school, and get our information and our keys. The school pays for us to have a cab to our new living quarters as our residency block is off campus, so of course we take that up. Our cab driver is friendly, and tells us a bit about the city on our short trip back. He tells us that a massive park we go by is always full of flowers in the summer – something I’m excited to see.

At our building, we discover it’s one of the ones we passed on the way there. No balconies (boo) since we’re on the ground floor, but it is relatively spacious for a dorm room. It’s also old, something neither of us are used to. But, we rearrange the furniture so that our beds are together, and head back to get our stuff from the hotel.

I should add – this has all been before noon.

We haul two shoulder bags, two carry ons, and two massive suitcases down the winding stairs (pictured on the featured image) and down to the lobby. It’s slow going, but we manage. We check out, and head for the street.

I can only imagine what people thought.

If you own a four wheeled suitcase like Greg and I do, let me just say this; they are fantastic for walking through airports and North American sidewalks that are paved. They are awful for European sidewalks. What should have been a ten-minute-at-most-stroll turned into a twenty minute strugglefest, complete with lots of swearing under breath by yours truly. My suitcase (nicknamed “big green”) enjoys flipping around, and getting caught between various stones. Sometimes, I knee it to dislodge it. Every time I think I’ve got it figured out and a decent momentum going, it’s like it decides I need to suffer more and it flips again.

Greg, oblivious to my pain, continued with his own fight that seemed to be going much smoother than mine. Occasionally he’d notice that I wasn’t right behind him and he’d stop and wait. But then he’d stop too long and I, out of breath and frustrated, would exclaim, “I CAN SEE THE BUILDING CAN WE JUST KEEP GOING?!”

I’m not always the easiest to deal with. Bless his patience.

At last though, we made it.

I celebrated by flopping down on my bed, just to notice that they’d delivered our bedding in the half hour that we were gone. So, up I got and we dressed the beds. Next step was folding our clothes into the wardrobe, and claiming desks.

And lastly, our monkeys.

We were home.

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