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The Ducklings

Denmark, Disposable

During my time in Denmark, I experienced so many new and exciting things – things so big I had only dreamed of them before. But despite this, a recollection of one of nature’s little wonders will always stand out as one of the best parts of my trip:

The Ducklings

I was on a little siesta in Milan when I received the news we’d all been waiting for – eleven little ducklings had hatched and were now following their mother religiously around our courtyard. Of course, my travelling companion (Ellie, a fellow exchange student living in my halls) and myself were beyond ourselves at the prospect of nurturing little ducklings every day, and we were more than happy to receive updates on their progress until we returned back to Aarhus. We even spoke of a plan to ‘adopt’ one and protect it from Mother Nature’s considerably harsh natural-duckling-selection process – a plan we did not, ultimately, follow through.

The ducklings were adorably tiny, and soon learned to run up to us whenever we entered the courtyard (this feign of affection would make even the coldest of people return inside to find oats or bread to give to them, believe me). I’ll always remember the time my boyfriend and I had lunch outside, only to be ambushed by a swarm of hungry ducklings (and I don’t use the word ‘ambush’ lightly here – they ran out of the bushes in unison and surrounded us at our feet).

Much to our delight (and quite honestly, our sheer amazement) all eleven ducklings survived into adolescence! Even now, nearly a month after my departure, I still get sent photos and videos of them being spoilt with food. It was their sweet sounds and natural curiosity that won me over, and has convinced me that when I’m older and have my own house with a garden, I will have ducklings of my own.

In this photo: My lovely, hilarious Dutch friend Inez. Thank you for all the laughter, sparkletini, and enchiladas. Next time you find yourself in the UK, give me a call and we can attempt to cook together again (only perhaps this time with fewer exploding dishes).

Henriette and Mikkel

Denmark, Disposable

You know the saying, “two’s company, three’s a crowd”? This was most definitely NOT the case with Mikkel, Henriette and I.

These are two of my favourite people.

We spent countless nights down in the party hall watching movies or Game of Thrones on the big screen, stuffing our faces with popcorn or a cake that one of them had made. We went to the cinema together, out for dinner together, and a couple of times a week we’d venture out as a ‘family’ to do grocery shopping. All little things, yes, but their combined friendship is undoubtedly the biggest part missing from my life back in England.

Henriette had only moved into our accommodation a couple of months before me, so when I first arrived I figured this would make her one of the easiest people to talk to (or at the very least, it would give us something in common). This assumption was correct, but what I didn’t realise back then is that this girl would become such a big part of my study abroad experience. She became a friend who I’d miss and love long after my exchange ended, and someone who I’m counting down the days until we’re reunited. For someone who was once a complete stranger to become such an appreciated and respected friend is a process that’ll never cease to amaze me – within a matter of weeks it was as though we’d known each other our whole lives.

It makes me so happy to know that these two wonderful people will continue to have each other’s company. Even though I’m no longer there to enjoy it with them, I’m glad they have each other to continue making amazing memories.

In this photo: My boyfriend, Mikkel, and the best friend an exchange student in Denmark could wish for – Henriette. Thank you for being so welcoming, for teaching me so many Danish words, for dancing like a lunatic around the kitchen with me, and for keeping Mikkel company now that I’m gone. Jeg elsker, dig min venne, og tak for altid.