Do you remember our walk on the beach? No, I don’t… Of course, you remember… You had begged for me to take you there, although I had promised to already. You’ve been such a child about it. “Take me there, why won’t you? If you don’t take me there, I won’t let anybody else take…… Continue reading Do you remember?
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)
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…
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…
I called the bank today to check on my accounts, and it is pretty sure I won’t buy myself a plane ticket for Copenhagen in the next few days… (I hear the sigh of relief among Danes from here) It is just unfair… There’s gotta be a (better) way. I enjoy tv shows about…… Continue reading How to get to Denmark, the brainstorm…
I am not an autograph chaser… never been. When we went to Toronto last October, I brought my latest Mew album +- along, just as a lucky charm. I wasn’t expecting to meet with any member of the band. At the very last minute, just before getting seated in front of Lee’s Palace, I…… Continue reading Good memories…
Cyranny's Cove 