I have a love/hate relationship with the bus. I hate walking (running) to and from the bus stop with a backpack in negative temperatures, hoping to make it in time without having an asthma attack. Today, I hated that I missed the early bus by 6 minutes because my meeting went 10 minutes over, and… Continue Reading
Here it is… this is the post where I confess that I’ve moved to Europe and realized the horror of American food. It’s more cliche than I’m comfortable with, and I haven’t officially moved, but it’s not any less true. I had the food situation in Denmark all wrong. Granted, many of the restaurants aren’t… Continue Reading
So far, I’ve discovered 4 thrift shops in the town where I’m planning to live. The main difference I see between the US and Danish shops is that the majority of US inventory is clothes, and here, it’s mostly furniture and housewares. I’m going to have a lot of fun furnishing my flat from the… Continue Reading
This morning, in order to make an 8:30 meeting, I caught the 6:35 bus. I was up at 5 am, and started walking to the train station around 6:15, in the snow. I was having a good hair day when I left and normally I’d have gone back for an umbrella, but Danish busses aren’t… Continue Reading
One of the most convoluted parts of this overseas move is the question of what to do about a car. I’d love to bring over my Audi TT Roadster, but given the fact that the Danish registration tax is 180% of car’s value, that’s a bit out of the question. So, it comes down to… Continue Reading
New England snow is pretty, but really, it’s impossible to have a true winter wonderland in the suburbs. The peace and beauty I experienced last week during this unusual Danish snowfall was something far more enchanting than anything I’ve experienced back home. The Christmas season feels magical here.