Greta (my roommate)
Ripley and Beth (Greta's parents from St. Louis. As a side note, her dad designed the new Indy airport)
Inger (Jesper's mom)
Nina and Jesper (my host parents)
Karin and Alex (the much loved neighbors)
Caroline and Casper (Jesper's kids from a previous marriage)
Sophia (Nina's daughter from a previous marriage)
Henrick (Jesper's little brother)
and of course, Asta (Jesper and Nina's daughter)
Easter started a couple of weeks ago when a "secret" friend dropped off this adorable card for me with a poem inside. Each of the little circles represents a letter of the giver's name. I only have so many friends in Denmark so it was simple to narrow down. I could not have been more happy opening this card. All hand-made I might add.
I attempted to Google translate the poem from Karin's, let's just say 'script-like' handwriting. I ended up getting something about adultery and death. Figuring this wasn't the proper translation, I took it to Nina whom struggled as well. It turned out to be a poem about spring and gratitude. Much better.
So if you guess the giver of the card you get a lovely Easter present. Mine was an amazing box of chocolate.
On to dinner.
Asta being cute in her new sweatshirt.
Inger attempting to prep the deviled eggs with Asta around. Not easy.
This is the Danish version of Happy Birthday. So much cooler than ours. I love the harmony they reach about half way through. They were singing it for Greta, as she turned 21 on the 3rd. I have to admit that the Danes do a great job at making events special.
So the full dinner menu included: curried herring, white herring, herring filets, deviled eggs, pork roast, pork loin in a mushroom sauce, bread, liverpaste, more bread, cheese board, more bread. We also had three bottles of Schnapps. If you ask me nicely, I will sing you a Schnapps song when I get home;)
After dinner Sophia took us out for a spin in the convertible Volvo. She has been house-sitting for a friend's parents and has had a Volvo and a penthouse for two weeks. We talked many times about how hard it was going to be going back to her bike and small apartment.
It was a really nice holiday. We decided while drinking coffee after dinner that we needed to have game night. So next Sunday the kids are coming back over for a cross-cultural game night. I think I am going to teach them spoons and gin rummy. No Scrabble though.