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
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.