26 November 2014

n o v e m b e r

The grey month has descended. Despite all the grey and rain, I like the colder months. I like disappearing in my brown bear-coat, having red cheeks and clear eyes. I miss the light, though. I am becoming a bad blogger and I apologize for that. So here's a little recap of the last month (follow me on Instagram if you need more frequent updates!)
I've spent almost all Sundays up north this month. There's just something so nice about having family dinner with lots of wine and laughter when it's cold outside. The first Sunday up there, my father suddenly yelled: "I'll be in the shed cutting up a deer!" A hunter, he didn't shoot it himself though, but it was a crazy sight seeing this little thing hanging from a rope in the garage...
I had my last day at the newspaper. That day, I had three stories in it; one of them on the section's front page. I celebrated with croissants. Now, I do lots of freelancing, and it's almost as good. I miss the people there, though.
The last day, one of my colleagues took me to lunch at Kompa'9 (Kompagnistræde 9, Indre By). It was so good, and such a nice thing to do on a last day.
That day, as I walked home from work, the November sun coloured the clouds pink and it was such a beautiful sight by the lakes.
The next day, NP and I had breakfast. Afterwards, we did some shopping in Inner City and also climbed up Rundetårn for a view over the city's red roofs.
We also ran into Sølve and his girlfriend, Fredericke.
Later, I headed to Jutland for a few days with my mom and her husband (AE came too!) before I continued even further north to see the grandparents. Always a pleasure, of course. In Herning with my mom, we visited the new library where the café Aroma has set up shop. Despite the silly name, they make very very good coffee, and the whole library, set in an old concrete building, is a big step up for the little town in the middle of nothing.
Last Friday, I had a wisdom tooth pulled out. Operation and all. It's been bothering me for years, and it was great to see it go, but man it takes you out having dental surgery. I still can't eat normally, and laughing is also a little difficult. I'm getting the stitches out Friday, and I can't wait!
Luckily, some good people have sent me magazines over the last week. First up was Delayed Gratification, a slow journalism mag based in London. It writes about stories taking place within the last three months, and instead of being fast with news, it takes pride in getting around the story. Last to breaking news, as their motto is. The other magazine, Brygg Magasin, is a Norwegian opus about coffee. Very beautiful and a good, nerdy read.
Views of Sunday spent in the north. I love that street in Snekkersten that ends in the sea.
Yesterday, I took a morning walk with Tine around our Nørrebro hood. It was sunny for the first time in ages, and it was crisp and beautiful. In that way, I love being a freelancer, when you can go out on a regular weekday in the morning. I barely got into my apartment getting back before the newspaper called with another assignment. I love things right now!

09 November 2014

Die Wende 25 years

Today, it's been 25 years since the Berlin Wall fell. I was barely 2 years old when it happened and I don't remember seeing the events on the news. But the event was very significant and it was often talked about in my family growing up. A history nerd, my father would tell me and my brothers how the world had looked when he had grown up, how there was a clear division between East and West. When I moved to Berlin in 2010, that concept of East and West, the horrors of the GDR, and the notion of what it must have been like living in a divided city became very real to me. I thought about it every single day as I travelled around the city, seeing its scars and trying to understand. The last few weeks, I've been working on a couple of stories about the GDR for the newspaper, and the more I read, watch and hear about this chapter in history, the more unbelievable it seems to me. So today I'm celebrating that the world became reunified that evening in November in Berlin. Hope you have a lovely Sunday out there!

30 October 2014

Stockholm, round two

I can't believe it's already been 10 days since I was in Stockholm - the older I get the faster the time goes, how depressing is that?! Sometimes I long for the time when a year seemed incomprehensibly long. Now, I can barely keep up. Oh well. Here are more Stockholm glimpses. What a great weekend it was;
Windows!
Iben looked very tall against this Astrid Lindgren-type house.
Sunday brunch was had at quaint Greasy Spoon (Tjärhovsgatan 19, Södermalm)
That building!
Monday morning, Iben and I went to Fotografiska museum while Chris worked.
The view from the museum was breathtaking on such a grey day (and on any day, I imagine).
We did some shopping at Götgatan - I practically went crazy, which almost never happens, but now I have lots of Stockholm souvenirs...
So long Stockholm.

23 October 2014

Stockholm, round one

So, I went to Stockholm this weekend. Iben, Mette and I flew north to visit Chris in her new town, drink lots of coffee (and alcohol...), walk around, laugh a lot, talk and just hang out. It was marvellous. It was cold and overcast, but it didn't matter. Stockholm is such a beautiful city, and it was perfect with a little getaway. Much more of that, please!
Chris lives in the cutest street.
Stockholm is so hilly! We really got a decent workout fighting our way up and down the streets.
Right beside Chris' house is a viewpoint of the city. It is absolutely breathtaking!
Friday night was spent in a club beneath a bridge, and we were slightly hungover when we woke up well into the afternoon on Saturday. So coffee was very needed. Luckily, Chris lives practically next door to Stockholm's best coffee shop, Drop Coffee (Wollmar Yxkullsgatan 10, Södermalm).
Their breakfast was pretty good - despite the egg being freezing cold and served with the Swedes' favourite weird stuff; fishpaste......
Frabrique makes excellent cardamomrolls, my new addiction.
We walked around Gamla Stan and took in the beautiful buildings.
The lovely Chris and an ornamented door.
We had coffee and cinnamon rolls in an old tram while our hungover state made us particularly giddy and loud. I think we must have upset some of the other guests with our rowdy talk.
Oh, how wonderful that view is. Especially with these lovely ladies.