So imagine my shock when she friended me on Facebook, when Marina wanted to know what I was up to! What an honor! We got to chatting; I told her I was in Berlin, and she told me that she'd lived here for quite a few years (imagine What to do in Case of Fire), and she returns often. In turn I told her of my plans to visit Copenhagen, and we'd tentatively set up a coffee. She, being so insanely busy, then changed it to brunch at her place. I was curious about it, since really only a building as cool as Pee Wee's would be worthy of her, and it didn't really disappoint. She lives in a great quarter, has a nice courtyard, and keeps a tidy if not East-Germany-Small place.
Trivia Fact: did you know that it was standard for a long time for Danish apartments to not have baths? Thus the popularity of the sauna.
She threw together an AMAZING spread for someone who didn't even have time for our visit: beer-spice break, rolls with melting chocolate, scrambled eggs. It was great. I felt bad that we just brought some sweets from an albeit fancy bakery. As we talked, it felt like we had seen each other just last week and not a year and a half ago, but I did keep learning mind-blowing things about her like she had been a semi-pro gymnast (makes sense, the girl is in shape like whoa), she too is vexed by the problems of a long distance relationship, but appreciates "Le Skype," she is almost done with her PhD, and she is still not entirely giving up on the idea of taking the state exam for being a pastor after her work is done--OH--and she can read ancient Hebrew, which she and Phil could talk about. Isn't that COOL?!!
I kept alternating between bieng a casual conversationalist (schmoozing) and being that elementary schooler, looking up to the older girl and being amazed that she would even talk to me. That girl has an amazing life story, and I'm so happy that I got to hear some of it, especially the charming but hard to understand Jutland accent.