Please let me keep my clothes on.
I am a prude girl. I like the  people of Denmark very much but I need to know them a lot more before taking my clothes off for them. I get naked for the masseur, the doctor, the waxer and sometimes for the husband. I certainly dont have a problem with nudity around other people as along as they have necessary business with my body. It is getting naked in front of a random audience that bothers me. Imag

If wishes were horses….
I would be getting my chakras balanced at Ananda in the Himalayas. bare-feet but in my Balmain jacket.

I’ve lost my will to scold.
On the best of days I am a short tempered person. There I was walking towards Nordhavn station when I spied 2 teenagers with promotional fliers. I curled up my fist and rearranged my face into a frown- tools necessary to shoo away pesky promotional people. What a waste of my beautiful frown, they simply let me pass when I shook my head. I then realised that I have not been angry in THREE MONTHS!!

Honest Scrap.
This award is being passed across blogging circles and  ‘Talented Foreigner’ passed it to me. To receive this, I have to write 10 honest things about myself. So here it goes. In all honesty, I think absolute honesty is boring and for people with no imagination. Telling tales takes more s

Climate Control in Copenhagen.
When the weather forecast for the week looks like this, you can- Pretend its not true OR Invite friends over for hot and spicy Chili con carne OR Add more spice to it and eat leftovers for lunch the next day OR Brave the wind, rain and cold to go out for drinks with friends on Monday OR On Wednesday