I’m sitting at my desk in my apartment in Amager overlooking a stunning snow covered tree. I have a mound of photo images from work on my desktop from my new job as a social media editor. I have a diary full of exciting adventures and Christmas parties with some of my favourite people.
It’s a normal spring day on Strandvejen in Hellerup (eg. Papanui Road in Christchurch…but much richer).
Danish women trot around in their Marlene Birger designer clothes in a range of neutral colours that don’t flatter their body shape. Continue reading
There’s Romeo and Juliette, Brad and Angelina, Greenlanders and alcohol, New Zealanders and Marmite….and Danes and a bike.
The one common thread these “couples” share is that they just “go together”. There can’t be one without the other. They’re yin and yang, Sun and Moon, North and South. Continue reading
There’s an old saying that goes ‘what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’.
This is the first time in my life I disagree with that statement. If I don’t die from this winter I’ll certainly come out the other side a lot weaker, more feeble, with a fresh dose of cyclephobia (fear of riding a bike), with snow bitten fingers and toes that I fear will never fully recover. Continue reading
Have you ever had the feeling that you’re too much for something? Like too much for someone to handle?Well “too much” would be an accurate description of how I feel in Denmark a lot of the time. Continue reading