I arrived in Ljubljana today, for the first time in three years. Being back is really strange, the city has changed and yet it is the same. New people, old people, new smells, old smells. Places that I remember, places that have come, places that no longer exist. I am staying with João in a big flat in Slovenska. It is quite an inventars place. The people living here are rather artistic in one way or the other, or so I heard as I have yet to meet them. But the place certainly gives an idea of those who inhabit it. It is dirty, but clean, it is exciting to walk around - taking a notice to all the little oddities in each corner. What might be most out of the common way is that except ... read more

I have been off from writing for a while. This is mainly due to my bachelor coming up and so forth... but so what - that should not be an excuse for not writing a bit about one particular country which I have now visited five times in one year. It is the big scary wolf of a neighbouring country. It is Germany, the object of endless jokes by Danes. It is the country of sausages, beer-festivals and reunification. It is jocking suits, clinical comercials and syncronising of everything. It is the autobahn on the way to France where you only need to stop once and therefore only have to practice the frase "benzin, bitte!" Aber, aber, aber. Deutchland ist much more and I am sorry for my poor poor German. I have within the last ... read more

Dank u wel, Brussel Merci beaucoup, Bruxelles When I went to high school we went on a studytrip to Brussels and Strasburg. We went to see the EU-headquarters and NATO and Wee Manneke Pis. It was interesting and I got to learn a lot on that trip. One of the things was that it is never a good idea to get drunk the day before having a lecture in the Commision. This I discovered after fearfully haven snorred through the entire lecture so loud that the people around me could not hear what was said. Anyhow, my point in this is not to retell embarressing stories of my life. I rather want to engage myself in the explanation of why I have ended up being where I am today. On one of our last days ... read more

Feliz navidad, feliz navidad...tralala lala.. Denmark vs Spain at christmas Many things are different around the world and also in comparing Spain and Denmark, but one thing seems to be the same everywhere - Christmas shopping and, moreover, christmas stress. A Spanish Christmas is in many ways unlike a Danish. Where I am used to a december month full of christmas all culminating in the big 24th of december where children unrap their presents and families dance around the christmas tree, the Spaniards are so fortunate to have two days of celebration. The nochebuena, christmas eve, is, as in Denmark a time for families. But it is also a time for mayor disco parties and weeks before the day, fliers can be found lying around Puerta del Sol proclaiming this or that extreme party with drinks ... read more

I arrived from Barcelona to Valencia and still felt a bit ill when a friend of mine picked me up at the station. The next day I had to visit a doctor and got conformated the fear that my tonsels had gone bad. The next five days happened on antibiotics. This seemed offcourse pretty sad, but I was with friends that I love and they have often enough seen me drunk. At the same time they also treated me as they allways call me. As the little sister who is all the time about to do something without thinking. So five days without drinking. Interesting! It was some great days. I tasted some wonderfull homemade Paella and was sightseeing the center plus having many a botellon beeing the only one not completely lost in translation. ... read more