Is your current blog your first blog?
Is your current blog also the first concept you had in mind for a blog?
The first idea I had for my blog was very different from all the melodramatic stories I’m currently writing.
I lived a very different back then.
I was social and interacted a lot with people, both strangers and people I knew.
I lived in a hostel for 4 years, so there would new people from all over the world each month. I learned new words, new tastes, new cultures.
I traveled a lot by night train between Denmark and Holland where I would meet potential lovers, friends and very interesting coincidences.
Apparently I felt like I had enough experiences to start a blog called:
The Grin factor
It would contain very short posts which could potentially make you grin.
I don’t remember all the stories, but I’ll try to give a snippet of what it would look like 🙂
I got into my usually night train trip to Holland.
This time I was sharing the compartment with only one girl a bit younger than me.
She was Danish and told me she was going to meet her Dutch boyfriend, which she found over the internet, for the first time.
I gave her some insides about the Dutch culture and language.
We had a nice talk, until we got tired.
The next morning she asked me: “Did you hear that cat the entire night. I couldn’t sleep at all.”.
Yeah, that was me. I had downloaded all the albums of Rihanna that day and apparantly listened to it quite loudly during the night.
Sorry Ri-Ri, we just confirmed, you sound like an annoying cat.
I got into the train, hoping I might be on my own, as I could use a good night of sleep.
5 Italian guys were sitting on the floor, playing cards.
We introduced ourselves to each other.
There was an awkward moment when one of them also appeared to be named “Andrea”.
From the smell, and definitely the look in their eyes, I could tell they have been having quite a party in Amsterdam.
When we got to the German border, the police wanted to check the train on drugs. They even brought the dogs!
I got nervous when they stepped in our compartment and started looking through the bags.
“Do you have drugs?!” , the police man asked.
Fabrizio replied: “No sir, we smoked it all”.
I was told that shouting out “GOD!” or “JESUS!” can be quite insulting for some people.
Terms that I use quite often.
A friend had the perfect solution: “Just say Jesus in the Spanish way”.
The next day at the store I was next in queue to pay my groceries.
Suddenly I realized I didn’t bring my wallet.
“Jesus!” I shouted, annoyed at myself, in Spanish
The man in front of me turned around. “Yes?”.
I spent a wonderful summer with friends and family in Holland before heading back to Denmark.
Especially the one friend that really seemed to need some late night talks.
She was struggling with school, moving all the time and the cherry on top, she now had a huge argument with a girl named “E” from dancing class.
I confirmed what a huge B*tch “E” was.
A few days later I got on the train, saying goodbye to my parents with tears in my eyes.
Full of emotions and frustrations because of the heavy suitcase I struggled my way into the compartment.
“Can I help”, a guy with a friendly face asked.
I decided not to be a strong, independent woman this time and let him carry my suitcase.
We talked for quite a while about everything and anything for quite some time.
He told me he was Danish, but his girlfriend was Dutch.
“She is a very passionate dancer, but recently some crazy chick is really ruining it for her”, he told me, ” E. is very upset”.
I turned pale. The dots started to connect.
Later it was confirmed by my friend that this indeed was the same “E”.
The Danish word for “Thank you” is “Tak”.
At time it was the only word I knew in Danish, so I proudly used it as much as possible.
Yet, I managed to mix up Danish and English.
I end up saying “Tak you”.
Well, the lady behind the cash desk understood something else.
In the company they started a new initials system: the first two letters of your surname, then the first to letters of your first name.
For me that was: BEnko ANdrea
I was called ms. Bean for a long time.