Posts Tagged ‘denmark’

Holiday Mojo

Tuesday, July 27th, 2010

Soon on board.

Eriks Hale, Ærø.

Drejet.

Sun.

And rain.

But who cries?

Photo A. Bergek

Dejligt

Monday, November 16th, 2009

as always. Danish pølse, smørrebrød, great bistro, Tuborg, fantastic cocktails. And with the right sublime company a short weekend feels long, wonderful and relaxing.

Remote Islands

Saturday, August 1st, 2009

and the freedom from Internet, email, blogging and Twitter perfectly replaced by sturdy cows, playful dogs, sunsets and windy beaches. Works.

Red Heeler Riba at play.

Eriks Hale and its characteristic little beach houses.

Riba loves her worn tennis ball. But she doesn’t like to be teased, clearly demonstrated here.

How five Danes move a not-so-motivated cow. The attempt failed instantly and the cow was later moved by a tractor. I think. One should not underestimate the power of a highly reluctant cow.

Sunset at Store Bælt bridge connecting the Danish islands of Sjælland and Fyn.

90

Monday, April 6th, 2009

is the magic number. Almost a century. Totally worth celebrating. My grandmother rocks and she’s the coolest lady ever. Style, grace and humor. Just like the party. All on a remote and windy little island called my birthplace.

German border spirits

Sunday, March 23rd, 2008

When Scandinavians (often Swedes) need to get hold of a lof of booze the nearest place to get it inexpensively is at the German border. But let’s face it, even alcohol-politically spoiled Danes are cheap and enjoy being the neighbour of Germany. With hardly any quantity limits and no customs shopping is easy. So we took a day-trip to the German border, and leaving the island means taking the ferry again. For some reason the weather gods are on our side when it comes to taking the ferry. And with a fellow devoted amateur photographer close by, there will be photos. Just for you.

Smörrebröd etc.

Sunday, March 23rd, 2008

What stereotypical Danes we are. Put all of us together and we’ll drink schnaps, eat smörrebröd, drink some more schnaps and add some beer to that, and say ’skååål’ (cheeeers!) every five minutes. The Danes are quite simple and easy going folks. Really, just give us some cold ones and we’ll get along no matter what. I haven’t seen some of my family for five years or so, and yet my cousins are just as silly and funny as always. I mean, the only change you can actually notice are their kids growing up, part from that they’re the same people.

Smörrebröd, traditional multi-topping sandwiches.


Gathering in the kitchen.

Granny (impressive 89 years) with my silly cousin (right) and his lovely wife.

Cold start

Saturday, March 22nd, 2008

Windy, cold and sunny, typical island weather in March here on Aeroe. Traditionally the islanders (and Danes in general I think) make a dough, wrap it around a stick and bake over open fire during Easter. Usually done on a field or by the sea, but it was freezing today so I refused to go longer than just outside the house. You’ll have your bread with sausages and eggs, and of course a cold Easter brew to wash everything down with.

Granny were dogsitting the Madsen dogs while the cousins and boys we’re making their set of grilled dough elsewhere, she’s on the side of the family that are not cat-people. Their dogs are great though, friendly, small and easy to be around.

CPH

Thursday, August 23rd, 2007

En weekend i Köpenhamn blir min sista weekend med mamma innan hon drar till Japan ett år. Jag och syrran är bara påhak. Mamma ska till den varannaårliga konferensen NAJAKS (Nordic Assosiation of Japanese and Korean Studies) som i år äger rum i just Köpenhamn och vi åker imorgon bitti. Själv kommer jag fördriva tiden med lite pre-Ibiza-shopping, pölser och en löprunda i parken vid universitetet. Förhoppningsvis har konferensfolket NÅN slags after-konferens så man kan snacka fonetik över en Tuborg…

God weekend!

En lille ö

Thursday, July 26th, 2007

Ärö i Danmark är mitt första semestermål när första semesterdagen inträder imorgon.
Min hemö förövrigt, born and rai…hmm, bara born förresten. Men det spelar ingen roll, jag är ändå öbo to this very day (Hising island ya’ll). Tjuvar som eventuellt läser denna blogg göra sig icke besvär att besöka oss, vi har husvakt under hela resan.

Foto: aeroeportalen.dk