Grasshoppers

My deer friends were there during my run yesterday too.

But they really didn't seem to appreciate my out-of-breath versions of hits from the 80's yesterday either.
Strange.

Me, pretty satisfied with my own song performance.
And yes, I do run with earmuffs.

I burned some calories across the fields in a cold wind. It's a challenge running in a temperature of -0 degrees celsius. That's what the thermometer said.

To prove to the rest of the world (and mainly myself) that I actually did get sweaty. Even in minus zero degrees. Hoho

Back in the house, pizza, salad and wine consumed, we watched a Danish movie - "Elsker dig for evigt" (Love you forever) - directed by Susanne Bier who just won an Oscar for another movie.
Well made! Almost creepy.
I don't trust anyone anymore.

Not true, naïve girl as I am.


After almost going to bed, my life for a while consisted of this:

Both scarily addictive.

That movie really went to my brain. I had the craziest dream(s) tonight and was completely confused and in a bad mood when I woke up.

Cold night. Frozen tights.
Poetry.

I packed my stuff before I tried to finish "The Process".
I got, once again, distracted by a loud discussion about Christianity with grandpa. Haha, we'll never agree.
But that's just fine.

My last meal in Møllehuset for this time was also eaten during intense discussing:)

I took two rounds in the house to make sure I didn't forget anything.
I remembered my Mac charger in the last minute.
And forgot my running tights.
Great.

Josef K.s intriguing process ate most of my train journey, and suddenly I was met by a very tanned, jet lag, just-returned-from-Mexico big brother in Århus central station.

We bought some food, and got a train back to Risskov, suburb to Århus, where he lives.
For some reason the train refused to open the door to the perron, so we had to jump down in the snow on the wrong side of the track, while the driver gave us some overwhelming excuses about the stubborn door.

Wrong side of track.
Now I've tried that too

We made our way to Bjørn's place, and had, in my case, a second lunch. No problem.




Nice to be with my brother again. He told a lot about Mexico while I did my job as maid (haha), doing the dishes, with Mexican music in the background.
I can honestly say I am a bit jealous.
Mexico.

Okay, on my wish list!



Aaand I got some presents:D I love presents. Hurrah!

Mini Mexican Rubik's cube, mini bottle of real, Mexican tequila – "Sombrero negro", and a traditional Indian bracelet. Another one to my little collection:)

And he had brought more stuff!
Oh, yes. Whilst looking for souvernirs, what seems a better idea than bringing home a bit of a typical Mexican/Indian snack?
Roasted grasshoppers!

 

Whole, with legs and eyes and all. Yum!

But of course. I won't give in just because the food is insects!
Never NOT eat something exotic just because it's disgusting. That would be a terribly bad excuse. 

So, here we go! My first insects!

Not skeptical at all!

 

Crunch cruch
 

Tadaa! Mission complete

They weren't that bad. Kind of like roasted nuts of a kind. Not bad taste at all. But minus for leaving bits of legs and shell in the teeth.
But totally worth it, because now I can say: I have eaten grasshoppers!

And that feels cool.

Poor Bjørn is jet lag. So I helped him make dinner. We didn't bother going shopping, so we used what we had. And we got food today too!

Yum!

Now we are eating chocolate and discussing Mexico and languages.
Me like:)