Survival in Denmark 101

If I thought my bicycle experience was out of this world, well, then I obviously had no idea the rest in store for me in Copenhagen.
A brief synopsis of what happened in the last few days:
Friday: check in/orientation, where I am one of the two DIS students in my building. I was assigned to a Kollegium located in the island of Amager. All my neighbors are Danish (although I just met someone Finnish). What are the chances that Matt, the other American student in my Kollegium, goes to UMBC!!
We had lunch at a cemetery with our DIS guide (apparently thats a common place to hang out here), then struggled to figure out body soap from lotion. Interesting time.
At night we had a very "authentic", or as my next door neighbor would say, "rustic," experience. After wandering around aimlessly Friday night, we ran into a dive bar full of "interesting" locals who found Matt & I exotic. How amusing.

Saturday was a busy day getting to know people & the school, getting lost with my new friend/classmate Chris because we're both careless and somehow managed to forget our student IDs AND lose our maps. Application for more responsible friends now open!! :-)

Sunday has got to be the day of peak of excitement! DIS took us to Roskilde, where there is a Viking site. There, I managed to make name for myself by falling off a canoe when I was talked into trying it for the first time (thank you, Chris) and challenging the neighbor canoe to a race. My first thought was "this cannot be happening" followed by "did this just happen to me??"
By the time we swam ourselves out of the pond, we had a full audience! I was donated a scarf (to make a makeshift skirt) and a tank top by some girls in my program. I sure did not wake up in the morning thinking I would fall of a canoe!!
Besides that, I made bread on a stick over a fire like the vikings (took way too long: over half hour to make one piece of bread!! totally unacceptable), chopped wood and sunbathed.
Later on we went to a Viking Museum (designed by Erik Sorensen), which was neat despite all the weird look I was getting for my odd outfit.
Whether its entertaining locals with my American accent or providing amusement for my classmate, the key to survival seems to be just roll with the punches and make the best out of it. Perhaps that is the best thing about Danish attitude that I already unknowingly am picking up?