The departure

"To travel is to live" our famous author H.C Andersen said. If that's true I think I was way too tired to feel I was living, when I was dragged out of dreamland by my merciless evil phone (which I fear was just out for revenge, after I dropped it) quarter to six the morning of my flight. To my big surprise I woke up to a house where my mum was boiling eggs and my dad was out getting bread for breakfast.

It was a very nice beginning of my trip, and made it even more sad too leave them all. The day before my parents and I was at my sisters place to eat frikedeller and parsley source - it was great, also seeing my aunt made it pretty hard to go, even though I have convinced myself and (almost) my family that I will be back soon again, everybody looked a bit mossy around the eyes. The trip was pretty eventless I took the train from Aarhus to Kobenhavn where I was catching a plane to Rome. To be sure that I would make the plane, I took a pretty early train, and to my luck we was not late. That meant that my carefulness was celebrated by arriving at the airport even before I could check in my luggage.

Besides buying what seemed like a complete set of kitchen appliances in danish design, the trip went nice and without anything worth telling about.

I was very happy to be back in my second country, with its green fields and the blue water. Even though I got a taste of the famous Italian efficiency already while waiting for my luggage - it arrived 30 minutes after the time written on the screen. But still its nice to be back!

Denmark is giving a cold farwel

The moving proceeded as planned and the keys are handed over to the new tenant who is now living in it. Its a pretty strange feeling to turn over a fully furnished apartment, its a bit like having people visiting for the weekend, except that its a really long weekend and we are not at home...

As a nice angry disappointed goodbye, Denmark is providing the first week of winter, which is perfect, since all my really hot clothes is trapped in a box somewhere in Europe - not able to come to my rescue. Luckily I have chosen to spend my last few days in Denmark in the warmth of my family. My sister have promised to make Frikadeller (meatballs with parsley sauce (traditional danish dish)). And yesterday we had herrings in curry with homemade brown bread (rugbrød) and a Aalborg snaps (Thanks Anni!), it was perfect!

Yesterday Sara succeeded in carrying all our orchids to Italy, while our beloved Olive tree must stay here behind in the (hopefully) capable hands of my parents.

happy blog readering

The Moving

Sitting here in a fully furnished empty apartment with the feeling that a tornado hit us yesterday. We have been very stressed with putting everything in boxes, and it finally payed of. Everything was so efficient that it even left some of our friendly movers a bit unsatisfied that they canceled they Sunday fitness session. The Italian moving man was pretty cool, even though it was only Sara (and Fiorello) who really understood what he said, he succeeded in making everything go smoothly. He gift wrapped all the (three) pieces of furniture, better than any Christmas assistance in a toy store.

With the help of Christian and Janne the new sofa was put together and the place was cleaned. Just in time for a surprise visit from mum and dad, who had driven all the way here to say hello and goodbye to Sara.

Now we are only missing all the things that we have forgotten, like cancel the phone, clean the apartment ect.

Have a nice Monday.

birthday

Yet again I turn 25, been doing that seven times now. I was (almost) woken up with coffee on the bed, and two nice presents. One from my Italian mother Dea, which was a cool mp3 player, and a book from my self.

I will celebrate myself with my friends by going to a danish restaurant called Parnas. The restaurant is a member of the conversation of danish gastronomy and is actually one of the few places where you can make an order of a traditional shrimp cocktail, without the waiter start laughing.

Blog readers have a nice weekend.