Food and culture in Denmark

From a personal phone conversation: They are surprised by how fresh the produce is. Strawberries and carrots are exceptionally delicious, tasting like they come straight from a garden. They run to the grocery store every other day because they walk to and from, so only buy what they can carry, and the sizes of everything are about half what you can buy in the states. For example: milk is just a quart. They will be moving again back to their other apartment in a month, so they also are trying not to stock up on anything since they will have to move it all at that time.

I don't have a picture of the toilet.

One more funny thing that happened this week.  Toilets here are different.  The tank is hidden in the wall so all you see is the toilet bowl.  The flush is on the wall--two places to push:  one for little flushes and another one for big flushes.  (I'll let you figure out which is for which.)  Well the other night when we pushed the little flush, water started coming out of the wall where the flush buttons are located.  We were able to get it stopped, but not before there was water on the floor.  The next morning, we "little flushed' again, and this time it didn't turn off.  We had water running down the wall.  Luckily the shower doesn't have much of a lip on it from the floor and we were able to squeegee everything into the shower drain.  (It is clean water.)  Dad took the cover off and we manually pulled out the button again.  After that we only used the big flush button until we could get a plumber out to fix it.  The problem:  years and years of calcium build-up where the the button would no longer pop back  up.  Fun stuff.   

Picture of a typical stroller in Denmark.  We see lots of these.  People bring their baby to church in one of these.  The child is asleep.  They then park the stroller outside on the side of the church (secluded spot) and leave it there for the entire block.  They don't have baby monitors, so they just trust that the baby will sleep the whole time.  The buggy is big enough to hold a child as old as 2+.  During our RS meeting we could see one buggy through the window which was parked outside.  The child woke up.  He was over a year old.  He sat up with his pacifier in his mouth and just looked around.  He didn't cry.  One sister went out and tried to get the child to lay down again.  Someone went to get the mother who came and picked the child up.  The child never cried.  They are very trusting . . .

Here is a picture of one of their church buildings: