Berlin I

 My beloved TV-tower had disappeared into the air.

 Lunch with Nina in Prenzlauer Berg.

 Afternoon coffee at Roderich with fresh copies of EXB.

 Thursday night quizzing in Neukölln.

 Breakfast at Ringo.

My old hood. Love.

 Admiral Brücke.....

 Twin Peaks bar with Nina, Kenneth, French guy and suddenly also Ervin who appeared out of the blue!

Madame Claude with Kenneth and Nina

Going!

 Today I'm going to Berlin. I seriously can't wait to get back to my city, walk around and feel at home. I hope the weather will be like this:

...but it could probably end up like this:

 ...But that doesn't matter, since I'll be having brunch here:

and here:

and I'll hopefully have lots of these:

...and of course these(!):

...and I'll see lovely people. Nina for instance:

I. Can't. Wait!

Lately

 Yesterday, the sky was beautiful outside my window.

 I had my father, his wife and two of my brothers for dinner, and they brought the dessert... Yumyum.

 We played mikado.

Today I had brunch at AnCa's in Vesterbro. Love!

1511

Today, the sky over Copenhagen looked like this. It makes me happy despite having tears running down my cheeks from the cold when I bike through the city.

Holy part II

Kat stayed the whole weekend. After the trip in Assistensen we played cards (yes!), listened to Céline Dion and Phil Collins very loudly, went for take-out and candy, watched 'The English Patient' in bed and woke up and made royal brunch. Bacon, eggs, coffee, croissants, bread from Meyer's, yogurt, fruit... Best. Weekend. Ever.

Pleasure.

Holy

The white castle has been plenty inhabited the last couple of days. Kristiane spent the night before going to Munich, and yesterday, Kat came over with a bottle of red wine and some licorice pipes. We had plans to go out, but ended up laughing hysterically over old photos and stuff from the days at journalism school. She spent the night, and when we woke up today, the sun was shining blissfully. Anna had surgery in her hand yesterday, so we took her out for brunch at Lyst in Jægersborggade followed by a walk in Assistensen and Sofia Coppola's 'Virgin Suicides' in bed with cake and coffee. The light has been soft and round, and we've enjoyed slowing down after weeks of busy days. Tonight we're going out. Maybe.

Lovely lovely lovely ladies.

The yellowest tree ever.

Suddenly, a few metres from Søren Kierkegaard's grave, Anna and Kat started singing and playing air guitar.....

Fancy.

Our third roommate this weekend.