tirsdag den 23. august 2011

The break

Having to take a break on the whole living-in-Denmark-thing got me thinking about breaks. How long can a break last before it's forgotten in time and just ends up being a plain stop?

You can take a break in your relationship, a full break where you go out and meet others. But for how long can this break last before it's just a break-up. Since both things are considered break-ups, many people might be indifferent to the distinction between those two. I might be an old romantic at this point (or just desperately clinging to the past, your call), but I believe in break-break-ups, which is a break-up with the possibility of relationship resumption. I'm just not sure how long this "right to withdraw the break-up" is valid. Couple of months? A year? Two, three, five, ten?

My granddad took a smoking break when he and my grandmother got kids. That break lasted for more than 40 years, and I'm quite sure it's no longer a break but just a plain stop. If he ever starts smoking again, it would be rather unexpected.

I'm going to Costa Rica in a year, which means I have to take some breaks. With friends, family, places, language. In the break I'm replacing those with new friends, 'family', places and a new language. When the break is over, I'll go back to my old habits, but it'll have changed, because I have. And because now I need room for the new experiences and friends. Shouldn't be a problem. But along the way, some of the breaks will probably turn into stops. Most likely without me wanting to, maybe even knowing about it. They might just fade.

I hope they don't.

Of the incredible amount of time and money you have to spend on getting a Visa

Today I went on a one-day trip to Copenhagen to get my papers legalized and get my Visa for Costa Rica (which I'm leaving for in 16 days!!) - and yes, as always I was late, which is the reason I didn't just send the paperwork.

From the moment I got out of bed, my stomach started to squirm, which is quite natural but incredibly annoying since it takes all of my worries and excitement, squish them together, whirl them around until it feels like flustered butterflies and I feel like puking. Just the thought of all the things that could go wrong...

Fortunately they didn't, but I ended up spending 1210 kr. (around $234) on paper-legalizing and Visa-getting + the 328 kr. I spent on the train.
That's an incredible amount of 1538 kr!! OMG! Oh well, just another one of those unsuspected expenses I just never saw coming!

Except for all the money I had to let go, I had a great day and I really saw a lot of Copenhagen since I chose to walk from the CPH central station to Asiatisk Plads to Landemærket. All in all it's about 45 minutes of walking (according to the yellow pages). But for someone like me, who can easily get lost in my own city if I go down the wrong street, it took around 3 hours.

That said, I wasn't in a hurry and therefore enjoyed the walking and sights even though I felt really touristy in a dumb way while looking at the GIANT map I got in a store - I hate looking like a tourist, especially in my own country.


I spent the afternoon with my good friend Olivia and it was really great to see her again and say goodbye before I'm leaving.

Here's a great song just to break off the wall of text:
The song is called "You make me"

tirsdag den 16. august 2011

The (re)falling in love with Paris


Paris! Everyone who has ever been there must have been at least temporarily infatuated by it. The impressive view from the top of the Eiffel tower, the little green bookshops along the Seine, the impressive Notre Dame, the beautiful bridges, the chic boutiques, fine foods, Louvre and I could go on.

Personally my favourite parts of Paris are none of the above mentioned. Even though I love all of the touristy stuff, what I loved the most was the beautiful historical streets and little cosy cafés of the Latin Quarter and the laid-back feeling and the great number of artists in Montmartre.

I fell in love! I wanted to stay so badly. Not just for the beautiful Montmartre and Latin Quarter but also for the exotic food markets (I’m a sucker for that kind of stuff) – but home we went, and in spite of the gazillions of pictures we took, my great crush slowly faded.

… And then I went to the movies with my mom.

For her birthday, I gave her a dine-out with me. She then suggested that we went to watch a movie before the dinner and since Woody Allens “Midnight in Paris” were playing, we should go see that.

The movie is said to be a declaration of love to Paris. It was. And it worked. I couldn’t help falling right back in love with the city and its history. All of the great artists who were inspired by the city (which is another part of my Paris love story) were also in the movie and with just a little knowledge of Hemingway, Dalí, the Fitzgeralds, Picasso and the other great men (and women) of the period, the movie were taken to new heights.

Definitely on to watch! The same goes for Paris (ma chérie)

mandag den 1. august 2011

Apati


jeg har ligget
i solen
i fire timer
og zappet
mellem vores to kanaler
klik
klik
klik

jeg har læst hver side
i magasinet Søndag
”Alle skal kende min Skæbne”
og dårlige kriminoveller
og Anders And blade

jeg har skrevet tusind sms’er
og kigget ind i min skærm
og på mit ur

minutterne går så langsomt
så ligegyldigt
i min tågedrøm