Copenhagen’s Airport. The duty free shopping area is filled with passengers looking for a bargain on their way to board their plane. Alcohol bottles, beauty products, ridiculously oversized candy bars… The baskets get full and lines are forming towards the cashiers. When my turn comes, I give the clerk a quick look. The young,…… Continue reading Little things…
Vacations go by way too quickly, I am sure everybody will agree with that. Time flies, and before you know it, you are heading back home with your head full of fresh souvenirs… Yeah… Unless I win the Friday jackpot, I’ll have to wait a while before doing this again, but in the meanwhile,…… Continue reading Vikingland – The Souvenirs…
Hello Lovelies, Well oh well, my traveling through Vikingland is (already) over. This morning, waking up in my apartment, it feels a little as a dream, but the few souvenirs, and the many memories remind me that it is as true as can be, and I’ll most probably blog about it, in the upcoming…… Continue reading Back in town…
Dear, It always ends up happening. No matter how hard I try to stretch time, and how I fill my days with joyous moments, I always get to face that terrible night when the sun has set for the last time on Copenhagen, and I know the next time I’ll see that happening, it will…… Continue reading The last night…
If you are an usual of The Cove, you might know about the concept of “hygge”. You also are familiar with it if you have Viking blood, or have once visited Denmark. If you don’t fit any of those categories, rest assured. I never run tired of talking about Denmark, or anything Danish! “Hygge”,…… Continue reading My little hyggekrog…
Walk a garden once, your are a visitor. Walk it twice, and you belong there… Oooh… Ooohhh…Who are you? – Coo the turtledoves on the neighbour’s rooftop. Who am I? Good question. A passer by… An observer. An alien in motion, watching, listening, feeling, tasting everything so foreign. Even if I have walked the streets…… Continue reading My Odense garden… Part 2
Way before the frenzy of the day to come, I stand alone in my borrowed garden, away from everything and everyone. I try to fit, to be a part of the calmness, and the beauty of the dawn. Two turtedoves guard, perched on the edge of the house’s chimney. Taking turns, they look down on…… Continue reading My Odense garden…
Where am I?
I love waking up with the city… The temporary calmness that lingers just before the frenzy of the day to come. People slowly emerge, cars run slowly, dogs get walked, the first train waits patiently. You can tell when night switches to day again… The sun has nothing to do with it. It is…… Continue reading Waking…
“I’m sorry, I am not home at the moment. But I am still waiting to hear from you… Leave your message after the beep, and I’ll get back to you, as soon as possible.” Beep!
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