Thomas’s friend Michael invited us to his annual sausage cookout.  I’m not kidding.  It is a huge deal.  The recipe has been handed down through three generations and is top secret.  The cookout was in their country house…a lot of people rent these tiny, adorable houses in the country…there are huge communities of them.  Because Scandinavia is so freaking cold, the Danes spend as much of the warm months as possible outdoors relaxing.

There were gonna be a lot of kids at the cookout, so I thought the least I could do was bring balloons.  I mean, I’m American, and so I already got a strike against me…if it takes winning over their children to get them to like me, I ain’t above it.

These kids were adorable.  But one of them found it confusing I didn’t speak Danish…she got it in her head that I was mentally disabled instead of Danish-ignorant.  Her response was to as me for a flower over and over, stretching out the word and practically screaming it:  “BLUUUUUUMMMMMPSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTT!”

Another reason we should all love Oprah:  my mom saw an episode about Denmark this year and decided the Danes were wonderful people.  In this episode, Oprah visited Danish homes and met with the families.  BRUSH WITH FAME:  this little girl’s family (the one in the red dress) was profiled.  I got the whole story.  The press was everywhere…so Oprah actually got in the backseat of her mom’s car and they drove to the house…the girls response to Oprah?  She whispered to her mom “She’s so big!”

Then jetlag hit and we fell asleep on the grass….for FOUR HOURS.

Of course, that was a great excuse for Thomas’s friends to mess with us and take pictures.

The sausage was awesome, by the way.

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