This weekend I visited my grandparents. Throughout my childhood I've moved around a lot, so their little village in the northern part of Jutland has always been a second home. I even lived with them for a month and a half once, when my parents looked for a house upon our return from France. Oh well, the little town is very dear to me, and there are always so many stories of the people there. My grandparents know them all, and to hear them tell about it is always a huge joy. This Saturday I attended a women only party with my grandmother - I won't go on forever, but only note that my 71-year old grandmother won a drink served by a man in underpants. Priceless. Otherwise, we had lots of coffee and good food, and it was lovely as always.
I started off in Nørreport Friday afternoon - I've never seen it so full of people. You could barely move, and it made my sensitive being slightly nervous....
Mmmm...
I love this. Who does that?!
On my way home on the train - which was made very very long by the fact that the only seat available was in the family zone (NEVER again!) - a small consolation was this middleaged couple going at it at one of the trainstations...
3 comments:
Fjellerad!?
Ja! Hvor ved du det fra?!
Er opvokset i Fjellerad, og kan ikke forestille mig at der findes mere end den ene af den løve, den er vist det man kalder unik! :)
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