I might be starting to like a boy a little bit. I’m not sure how I feel about this. I mean, I’m not really sure he likes me.

We didn’t end up burning the witch. She stood before us, this scarecrow-like figure, teasing us, a jury who wanted to see her burn. But alas, we didn’t light her up, and she didn’t mysteriously catch aflame. We should have thrown her in the river to see if she would sink, not like very small rocks.

We did eat some traditional Danish food, and we sang the Danish national anthem (I think) and everyone was incredibly friendly, and the crowd was actually quite diverse. I had a great time.

This is going to be an interesting week.