Today has been pretty quiet preparation-wise. I had other things to do, and it was my last day off work for a while. I had to stock on some energy for the week to come. But I didn’t want to leave a blank page in my trip’s book, so I just wanted to take the […]…… Continue reading D day -27 — The Turtle’s Journey…
Today, I am 29 nights away from my dream trip. In 29 nights, I will be standing in Montreal’s PET airport, my backpack on and my ticket in my hands, waiting to get on the airplane that will take me to København, DK. Actually, not true. I will be getting on the plane taking me…… Continue reading I sock…
Out of the Big Apple we were… Probably not wanting all that much to head home, we wandered a little bit in the subburbs, turnin left or right as we felt it, leaving Google’s good advices and our still brand new map on the backseat. And we got our gas money’s worth of sights as…… Continue reading Too good to be fiction? (part 3)
The Big Apple… I never had an appeal for big cities. Big cities are loud, crowded and dirty… I probably thought that because I had always lived in peaceful little places. New York was far from a peaceful little place. It was big. American Big. As soon as we entered Manhattan’s core, I felt like…… Continue reading Too good to be fiction? (part 2)
Do you remember our roadtrip in 2001? The one that we arranged when I found the supposedly exact address for Amytiville’s famous haunted house. Arranged being a big word… If my memory is good, the conversation resembled this; Hey, I found the Amityville house’s address! Really?? We should go… We should, indeed! How about next…… Continue reading Too good to be fiction?
This morning Svendborg’s Fairy whispered to my ear again… I was still asleep, it goes without saying. For this is the way fairies talk to simple humans. She gave me more information about the green magic dress, and was pleased that I was taking her mission at heart. How could I take things lightly? She…… Continue reading From fairytales to spying games….
You did. It is not like me to let you, not anymore at least. You had your good years, but I had to calm you down. You silly me with the silly plans of taking over the world and having fun and such silly agendas. We are older now… I am, no matter what you…… Continue reading You won…
Yeah, dear Denmark… You know I’ve grown fond of you over the last few years. I’ve never been the type to hide my emotions well, and you never seemed to refuse my sometimes aggressive affection. (Except that time at the customs, but Fantasyland push backs don’t really count) I wonder if it is because you…… Continue reading Kære Danmark…
That song always finds its way home, to the back of my head that would be. It plays in loops, giving me an urge to tap on my living room table, wondering what if…? What when…? I’ve been told spring and winter are the best times to visit, weather wise… I would have loved to…… Continue reading Cups song…
This title just doesn’t sound right… For a French speaking girl it doesn’t. “Une couche” (plural: des couches) is a diaper. So my brain being on the French/English switch when I blog, I can’t get passed the awkwardness of shopping for diapers… Not that it is awkward per say. But I don’t have a baby,…… Continue reading Shopping for couches…
Cyranny's Cove 