Cars, Skatebords, and Flip-flops

The air is crisp, the sky is clear blue only with a few broken clouds scattered around and the thermometer says 28 degrees Fahrenheit (minus 2 degrees Celsius). As I walk out my door at the Pawhatan apartment the cold hits my face and I think to myself that this was not what I had in mind when I left Denmark, but it didn't matter because I was use to the cold. When I turn the corner and see the road I wished a had bought that car I was contemplating buying when I first arrived. A car is essential in this country where there is a completely different attitude towards distance. At home I could walk for five minutes and be at three different grocery stores. Here if I need to stock my fridge with food I would have to walk for at least an hour to the nearest Wal-Mart.

As I walk there in my own thoughts a young male student passes my by on his skateboard. At first I do not believe what I see. Is he wearing shorts and flip-flops? I think he is. He must be out of his mind. I am walking here freezing my a.. of in my winter coat and jeans and he acts like its summer. As I walk further and the streets become more and more crowded with students I notice that many of the students are wearing what I would categorise as summer clothes. These Americans must either have some very thick skin or immune to cold.

As I walk in the doors at the Battern-Arts and Letters building I have one final thought about this weather. I can't wait for spring-break and the beaches in Miami. Only three days till 76 (26) degrees, sun and maybe a little drink on the side.