Five years later, they are all still here. Mads, Nicklas, Jacob, Daniel. The guys I used to hang out with when I lived in Copenhagen. The stories we share now over coffee, sitting in bars, or sitting on living room couches reveal heartaches suffered, cancers survived, projects started, and lovers found. Meeting them brings up memories of sweet moments shared half a decade ago. Just Matthias has moved to Berlin, but I am staying in his old apartment and so am reminded of him anyhow. Continue reading “The healthy life in København”
My room is the room above the kitchen. When I wake up, it is just beginning to dawn outside. I open the little window overlooking the garden, the sunflower fields are covered in a soft blanket of damp morning mist, and I can smell that Sara is baking bread downstairs. It is August, a few weeks before my thirtieth birthday, and I am on the French country side. Continue reading “My beautiful Lola”
I have the hypothesis that all of us come to this planet to learn certain lessons. One of the more annoying lessons bestowed upon me: Learning to let go. F.M.L. You’ve heard people talk about this before: You have to let stuff go for it to come back to you freely, they say, and I shake my head and consider turning around and running away, but then I obviously don’t run away, because that would be a little weird in real life.
Continue reading “Letting go… whatever”
I’m alone a lot these days. I spoke to two people this weekend, one of which was the guy at the store, the other my friend Aislinn. They are both really nice people, mind you, but I was thinking about how this time 3 years ago, I lived with a man, and the only time I wasn’t surrounded by someone was on my 15 minute way to work through early morning San Francisco. For the rest of the day there was someone there, by my side, even at night. Continue reading “Me, among people”
Yes, yes, y’all. It’s been over 2 years since the last post, and of course that had to do with a heart-breaking break-up, the loss of a visa and a job and an apartment and a man and a future and a lot of self-confidence and any zest for living or writing at all. Continue reading “Midsommar i Sverige”
I suppose people change and relationships end, despite of what best-selling novels and Hollywood Christmas movies would like me to believe. I suppose life doesn’t always come with happy ends. Diseases aren’t cured, and distances aren’t overcome. Fathers die and don’t make peace with mothers. Promises and plans of a future life together disappear in nothingness. I suppose that’s a dismal, yet somewhat realistic view of the world. The thing here is this. I really don’t want to be realistic. Continue reading “I suppose & Swedish summer”
Take a walk through Bali’s rice fields, and you’ll find yourself bathing in a sea of emerald green. Part of the paddies’ magic might be that they are located just a few hundred meters from the traffic jammed, hot, sticky roads. In the rice fields, you find yourself in another world, one that offers calm and a gentle breeze of fresh air. The endless rice paddies are speckled with scare crows improvised from bamboo sticks, as well as rusty huts that give barefoot farmers a place to doze off. And then, far away on the horizon, glistening in the sun, still partially under construction, you’ll see a three story hotel complex that could as well be on Ibiza for all you know.
What does it mean to live in a country like Indonesia? Continue reading “What Balinese rice fields can teach us: Life lessons in emerald green”
I’m on Bali. Bali is one of over 17,000 islands that make up Indonesia. Yes, that’s 17 thousand and not a typo. Did you know Indonesia is the 4th most populated country in the world with 245 million inhabitants? I did not. Bali is about one and a half times the size of Mallorca. Unlike most other places in Indonesia, it is predominately Hindu, rather than Muslim. What do I do here, you ask? I am staying in what one might call the cultural capital of Bali, Ubud. The city is nestled in the rice fields that line the beginning of the island’s central mountain terrain.
Continue reading “Bali, Hashimoto, and other things with foreign names shaping my life”
We got up at a time of the night that is neither late nor early. My cell phone alarm had gone off at 2 am, I wasn’t sure I had slept the hours before. Maybe I just dozed off. I slipped into my clothes, we got on the mini van. There were more people than seats. That seems to be the case often in Indonesia, but they make it work somehow. After a one hour drive through the night, we arrived at a parking lot, where thin tea was served with even thinner instructions on how to climb volcanos. The tour operator promised banana pancakes with chocolate sauce once we reached the top. And so the mount began. Continue reading “The rewards of climbing volcanos (may or may not include banana pancakes)”
With Bali it is as with most things in life. Some smiles are genuine and sweet, some are a labor of duty. Some roads give views on rice fields lush and green, some irritate your sinuses with exhausts and pollution. Some meals are raw, fresh, and delicious, some send you on a 24 hour hospital stint with a bacterial infection. Just like most things in life, Bali is a little bitter sweet. Continue reading “Bitter Sweet Everything”
The day Paul Walker died we were in New York City. We had dinner reservations at Acquavit that night, where we found ourselves indulging in everything tasty Scandinavia may have to offer amidst warm light and warmer service. There were plates that married tapioca pearls and quail egg, langoustine and sea urchin, sardines and elderberries, foie gras and radish, cod and sunchoke, squab and apple, white chocolate and a bird’s nest, smiles and hands holding each other across the table. Continue reading “The day Paul Walker died”
When I get up in the morning at 6.30 am it is still dark outside. I jog downhill to the gym through San Francisco’s moist and cold, and it smells of fried bacon on some street corners, and burnt wood on others. I hold my maze spray in hand, because – you never know.
Continue reading “Memories I take with me”
California is sunny and hot these days, San Francisco fog clouds nothing but my memories. It has almost been a month since we took off for Lihue International Airport. Can you believe this?
Continue reading “Kaua’i Part II & other stories”
Well, my dear friends, upon our return from what might very well be called paradise on earth, aka the island of Kaua’i, it turned out that we had taken close to 500 photographs while on vacation. That’s as close to an excuse as you will hear from me for the August silence on Monday Notes. Sorting through all those pictures continues to take its time.
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I am sitting at the Copenhagen airport, clinging on to what is probably my third cup of coffee this morning—who’s keeping count at this point—in the hope it might heal the current state of pain my brain is suffering after only 3 hours of sleep last night. Memories of the week at home sooth my state of mind. Besides running endless errands, going home in my case always means indulging in delicious meals, indulging in many pleasant conversations with my grandparents, about the past and the future, and about how to live in the present despite them both, and finally, indulging in cuddles with the world’s cutest puppy, Madame Flo.
Continue reading “Home again”
If you have previously heard about the concept of Third Culture Kids–people who have spent significant parts of their developmental years outside their parents’ culture, and as a result have developed their own ‘third culture’–then shame on you. How is it possible that no one has ever explained my struggles, relationship patterns, confusion, and general me-ness to me, by pointing out that I am, quite clearly, a Third Culture Kid?
Continue reading “Week 29”
Good morning, world! Today is the day of wonderful news: We are going to Hawaii this summer! Oh, the excitement. Apart from the fact that Hawaii is the destination of my dreams, I get to go with the man whom I love, and with the above depicted collection of wonderfulness in my suitcase. While the latter only plays out in my head, the former two pieces of information are cold hard fact reality. Or actually warm like Hawaiian sunshine and soft like sandy beaches reality. I’ll stop now. But it’s the excitement, you see.
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It is Sunday, I am sitting in the café around the corner from my apartment, and the city outside is grey and cold. They just took a batch of freshly baked croissants out of the oven, and a soft, buttery smell fills the air. The last month has flown by, and lost itself somewhere between
Continue reading “Between here and other places”
Hello and welcome to the new life of Ms. Monday. A life of never ending flights and hotel rooms. Maybe they don’t all look the same, but they all feel the same for certain. It’s such a cliché, but ask me any given weekday which city I’m in, and it may take me a while to figure out. I feel thrust into this new rhythm of life, this new pace that doesn’t quite make sense to me yet. Monday mornings I get up so early, I’m not sure it’s even morning yet. Then I’m in the cab to the airport, in the cab to the office, and sometime much later that day
Continue reading ““Which city is this?” or Of how I became a consultant”
The new year is here and I’ve started it with a new job in a few new locations with a lot of new people. This may be as specific as I will get from now on – in the interest of the firm I work for, and especially its clients. I shall refrain from naming names or even places, and I ask for your understanding in this matter. But fear not, my friends. You’ll still get all the
dirty immensely interesting details of Ms. Monday’s private life. Whoop.
Continue reading “New year, new job, same old resolutions”
Oh, you wonderful Magnolia! Here’s the promised update on our culinary experience at the restaurant, which the Michelin guide refers to as the “young star of national Italian cuisine.” How poetic. Let me tell you this up front – the service was more attentive last year, when we enjoyed the incredible cuisine of this place on a weekday, with only one or two other tables occupied. Last night, in contrast, the restaurant was
Continue reading “Cigar macaroons and potato pebbles – a tale of fine dining”
A bit of sun, a bit of shopping, and lots of good food – in other words. Today we wandered through the sun filled streets of Ravenna, had pasta and fish for lunch, and so many espressi that no one could keep count. And while it would never be my intention to make you feel even the slightest trace of jealousy, I may have to mention briefly here that
Continue reading “Un pó di sole, un pó di shopping, and all the delicious food you could ever want”
Here it is: The obligatory – yet no less heart-felt – Christmas greeting blog post from Italy! The coffee here is bitter and sweet, the streets lit by Christmas lights. Yesterday Nicola and I bought and decorated a Christmas tree, sat in front of the crackling fireplace in the living room, and
Continue reading “Buon Natale!”
Salve from Bella Italia! Welcome to a world of perfect cappuccini and paste for breakfast. And it doesn’t just taste, it even looks like heaven here. A couple hours south of Venice, we’re so close to the ocean, we’re constantly surrounded by thick, dense fog. Or clouds. Who can tell the difference.
This will be a first, my dears. It will be my first mobile post, that is the first note written on my cell phone. I couldn’t think of a post more worthy of that unanimously admired “travel” category approval than one written
Continue reading “Not the end of the world”
This morning I embarked on a journey up North. I was on my way early enough to watch the sunrise while sitting on the train to the airport. Now I’m back in Copenhagen, staying with Matthias in Nørrebro. The capital is cold and grey, and
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Hello world, it’s me again! If there is one thing life teaches me, it is that every ending brings a new beginning. This is a fortune cookie wisdom that most certainly proves true. The end of my studies will mark the beginning of my first attempt at surviving an actual job. Life has made quite clear to me that losing someone dear can mean the end of an era. Just as it has proven that you can find someone you’ll love in the most unexpected corner of the world and go ahead and start a new era. My point, dear reader, is
Continue reading “Hello world!”