Smallville

I am realizing after three months that Copenhagen is a pretty small city. Today, as I was waving goodbye to Kendrick, who was speeding away in a taxi on his way to Shanghai, the owner of the Thai restaurant we frequent walked by and waved hello. It's also happened several times that I run into co-workers on weekends. Just on thursday I was walking home after jogging in the park (decked out in long johns and shorts), when I ran into Tomasz who was having a drink with his buddies at a seedy bar. I said hello and excuse my appearance, but before I could get away one of his friends recognized me. He reminded me that I once yelled across the street, a gate, and a parking lot at him to hurry up because he was going to miss the bus. Oh yes, I did do that. It was very un-Danish of me, but he was glad I did because he caught the bus.

So it's another week alone while Kendrick is doing some training in Shanghai. I confess to feeling Jehovah-lonely; I've already bugged Tsvi and Lei to have dinner with me on Monday. Books are good company too, but I today I missed the library's opening hours today (they close at 2pm). I wish they were open on Sundays.