My dad has been packed for the last three days and has devised a minute-by-minute schedule of our activities. My mother and I have had daily conversations about what she should wear. “What bag should I bring? What should I wear on the plane? Should I take those shoes?” It’s … Continue reading
As we drive through Nykobing, Annelise points out the street where her sister Pip lives and notes a street that used to be filled with shops when she was growing up. A trip to her hometown to run an errand turned into a trip down memory lane. Every corner seems … Continue reading
Annelise and Pip beat Jutte and I pretty soundly in the first set. It’s an overcast, chilly day on the red clay courts in Nykobing. I get to witness Annelise’s mean serve and well-timed slices from the other side of the net, while Pip showcases a pretty powerful forehand. The … Continue reading
We are at a crossroads. We can go left or right. Annelise turns to her younger sister for advice. Pip says, “Oh, I don’t know. How about we go left?” Annelise asks if she’s sure and Pip says yes, somewhat confidently, but we find ourselves in the same position a … Continue reading
We started driving down an unmarked wooded path where the trees appeared to be closing in on us. Annelise asks if we are getting scared. I say “No” and encourage her to keep going. Finally, she stops at a place where the road seems too narrow to pass and we … Continue reading
When Macbeth shows up on stage he’s covered in blood from the battlefield. Later he’s covered in the assassinated King Duncan’s blood and smearing it on his wife, Lady Macbeth. Then, he orders henchmen to spill his buddy Banquo’s blood, who in turn returns from the grave to spill Macbeth’s … Continue reading
I used the word “hygge” to describe a restaurant in Copenhagen yesterday, but I found real, honest-to-goodness Danish coziness in the home of my friend Annelise on Falster Island. Annelise and I were doubles tennis partners this spring and when I told her that I would be traveling in Europe … Continue reading
There is a word called “hygge” in Danish, which sounds alot like the word “hug” and translates to cozy. I found it in a place called Cafe Wilder and it was the perfect refuge from the rain-soaked streets of Copenhagen. The bartender greeted me warmly and I took a seat at the … Continue reading