K-Blog

... my brain can't wrap itself around the fact that everyone around me speak Danish, and that I, who (modest, I know) normally speak very very well and in a very correct manner, am reduced to a spluttering, stammering freak who has not got a proper language.  There is no way I can come up with stuff to cook. My Italian heritage suggest pasta, vegetables and my usual lighter fusion-stuff, but the climate tells me it's time for the heavier soups, pastasauces,  polenta with meat and more meat. None of it makes sense as I cannot shop as usually. I skip the precooked stuff but sorely lacks the basics, the good tomatosauces, the cuts of meat I am used to, the veggies. I know it is just a matter of time and that this will be a lovely challenge to face, to learn to use the lovely Danish veggies, to appreciate the Danish cuisine and hopefully integrate the Italian with the Danish over time. But I still have to put something in my mouth 3 times a day, so I tend to eat a lot of ryebread, ...

So it took me some time to finally sit down and write again. And obviously i'm feeling all selfconscious and weird about it now. I have been wanting to write for weeks and here I am. Without words and without knowing where I should possibly start. Or end for that sake. Well, a lot of things has happened. Not only this last month but over the last months, i just wasn't ready to write about it yet. Not that I know I am ready now, my words will just have to show; I'm determined to ramble on for as long as I can =). Here goes then: 1. I sort of lost motivation work-wise . And I got it back again. Loads. And in very round-about-but-isn't-it-ironic-way. More in another post. 2. I fell in love. Again. And oh, am I living the fairytale. More than anyone can imagine. I like to think I'll write more about it in another post; it definitely deserves one of its own. 3. I decided to come back to Denmark. For good. Actually I resolved not to decide anything, but just brainstorm ...

...og naar jeg saa falder ned paa bunden af migselv paa dèn her maade, saagoer verden det osse. Naeste praesentation er aflyst og jeg staar bomstille og faar lov at lege i dag. Jeg har aflyst middagen i aften, har koebt lidt ind, og naar jeg giver mig selv lov til at opdage det, skinner solen paa denne smukke dag. Jeg elsker det. Og dig. Jeg hviler mig i aften, aabner en god flaske vin, spiser noget godt (det virker som om jeg har levet af pizza i uger), kontrollerer om mit internet virker, hyggevasker lidt toej og forkaeler mig selv lidt (no, you won't get details by mail, naughty!) - skoent. Og *saa* er der pludseligt rigtigt  rigtigt lang tid til loerdag naar jeg har tid til at maerke det. Men min plante blomstrer stadig og hygge-mosler om natten. Og vores valentin-hyacinther staar paa spring (ud). Maaske springer de loerdag. Jeg har taenkt mig at hygge-heppe paa dem i aften. Og hvis de springer loerdag kan vi gribe dem sammen =). Jeg elsker dig. Og jeg elsker naar dèn sikkerhed...