I doubt I ever used OMG so many times in my life over a period of a week or so…

If you read my first few posts, you know that I have been searching for a Danish teacher for ever! I had made my peace with having to learn by myself with the from-the-other-side-of-the-ocean help from my Danish friend.

One week ago, I thought I’d try one last thing… It would fail, but I would have tried. I wrote to the Language department of 4 Montreal Universities, to ask if by ANY chance, they had a Danish student willing to make a few bucks laughing at my horrible accent.

University #1: answer……. NO!

University #2: answer……………NO!

University #3: ansert…………………………….NO!

I wasn’t even waiting for the last answer, but it still ended in my virtual mailbox the next day. I hesitated before opening the note, knowing I was about to put an end to my research for any person willing to teach me…  I was going to be forced to move to Denmark to see Danes!! I would have to migrate… At that moment my finger slipped and I clicked as I was unprepared….

No “NO!” in view…. That was suspicious…  A lady was almost appologizing for not being able to help me. She was referring me to another lady that perhaps could. Ah-Ah! I had the email adress of the mean lady that would finally kill my dream. Might as well end it all now…  So I wrote to her.

The next day (at least they weren’t going to make me suffer the wait) Lady #2 was writting back to tell me she would check, but couldn’t promise anything… And a little later in the evening…

 

* You’ve got mail *

 

I still have goosebumps…    I found a Dane in Montréal! I really did!

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