So I knocked myself out completely and am still feeling the side effects a little bit. I promise that this will be the last time I will use the word ‘exhausted’ (at least for a long while), but I do get tired from doing hardly anything at the moment. Luckily for me, I (finally) have the opportunity to do as little or as much as I please.
The last couple of weeks have been really nice. Most have been spent resting and I have plowed through no less than 9 novels. I have been stunned by all the amazing literature available at my family and friends houses – books I have never heard of by writers I may or may not have heard of IN DANISH! It has been a thrill to get acquainted.
Most days outside, I have spent with old friends, hanging out and chatting. It has been so nice. I know some great people in this country, truly outstanding and amazing individuals. I have caught myself thinking “I am so lucky to know you” more than once.
And they spoil me, comfort me, listen to my stories and share theirs. And serve cake. We are a nation of “taking the opportunity to have cake” which will show on my waistline on return (I don’t care one bit). How can you not love a person who says “come for tea tomorrow morning” and serve you this:
At this very moment I am sitting on a train taking me to the south west of Denmark (Sønderjylland), the unbeatable cake region of the country. They have a thing called “Sønderjysk kaffebord” which includes somewhere around 20 to 30 cakes. I googled this picture for you:
My best friend from school has moved there as she married a dairy farmer (organic) from the region. I am truly hoping they will stick to one cake at a time – I’m not a great fan of eating cake for 5 hours until I explode. Instead I hope the sun will come out and we can sit in their lovely garden, chit-chatting the days away. We were born on the same day, have known each other for most of our lives and sat next to each other for most of our 12 years at school together. There is a lot of catching up to do in the next week. Especially in me getting to know her two girls, who only remember me vaguely. It will most likely be an irregular blogging period ahead. Think of me in a summer garden eating cake instead.
This is my father
This is his enemy
It’s a marten and it moved in underneath the roof a couple of months ago. At that stage it was the cutest thing ever and we naaarwww’ed and weeee’ed our hearts out (look at those cute round ears – how can you not love that little creature?). Then it brought along a wife and they had three little ones.
It’s not that they do any damage. Not at all. It’s the noise.
The Marten family wake up at 10pm and then they party. For hours. And hours. And hours. There is no sleeping while the Marten family run their hoopla, so now they are up for eviction. They did try to charm themselves out of the removal by sitting in the gutters and looking through the windows. Kids included.
Cuteness overload – unless you haven’t slept and they were the reason.
According to a website my dad consulted, the Weapons of Marten Eviction are the following: light, stink bombs and loud music. He has installed the light, the stink bombs and has set a radio with a timer. He is bombarding the little creatures with his most hated music: 1 hit wonders.
Is he winning?
We think so. Last night was total silence.
**pictures 2 and 4 are courtesy of the internet…
In the last post I had medicated my cold/flu with propolis and other good hippie remedies I fully trust. Not good enough, so now I’m on antibiotics and a list of medication with names containing thousands of x’s and z’s. Pis altså os – as we say in Denmark. The carbon footprint this cold has set in paper tissues, could have heated a Siberian village for a week!
On the upside I have moved my behind to my parents’ house. Now how good is that!! I had forgotten how good it is to be sick at your parents’ house. Spoilt rotten she is, the little Dane! Meals served, no need to do dishes, chauffeur to the doctors, tea served sitting in the sofa. Dad keeps asking: “what would you like for dinner?” Today the choices were between Icelandic lamb roast, fish cakes or teal (small duck).
I’m having the hardest time understanding the 14-year-old me who was soooo ready to move away from home. WHAT was I thinking?
This report comes from deep down underneath the doona.
My good friends Propolis, Panadol, Kleenex and Dr Hauschka* salute you too. We are bonding at the moment. Real close. It’s intimate. When the bugs and bacteria have left my corpus, I’ll return with reports from I-have-no-idea-what-is-happening-to-the-weather Copenhagen.
For now I will just say: WHAT were the Australian soccer players doing in those ugly uniforms this afternoon? No wonder they lost against Denmark! Even I could not muster some sort of recognition.
This is where we agree that if this is the current level of reporting, I should just keep sleeping and return when I feel better.
I’ll see you then!
*herbal tea for those who don’t know