Snart Part 2

From this point, if there's an interesting tidbit I learn about the Danish language, I'm going to keep it to myself. Nobody cares. Obviously. By the way, they don't have a word for please here - what a rude bunch of fuckers. Ooops. Sorry.

I said I wasn't going to talk about language and I meant it. But, isn't language amazing? Being here, surrounded by these people that talk like they have live fish in their mouth, I feel repeatedly and majorly blessed to have grown up with English. In our language, we always have the perfect word to describe what we want. If we don't, we can make one up (majorly) and you'll get the idea. Here, they have a fraction of the words and have to use inflection to express varying degrees. Having a crap language looks frustrating - we should be thankful. What's worse, is that most people speak English here, so they know their language is shit. They have this guilty look when talking in their mother tongue which says, "I know this is fucking idiotic - don't look".