So… I’ve decided it’s too painful (you know, ’cause of the whole “ooohhh, the memories [sigh, sigh]” thing) to keep remembering Denmark. Granted, I eventually will; I might even post some pictures (none of my trips through France, Belgium and the Netherlands, though… did not take my camera then), and I may even write from Denmark again. Heck! If I were a “good” Mexican Catholic – which I am not, and have nothing against those who are – I would even turn a St. Jude* statue upside down, so as to have my wish granted: going back to Denmark. Anyway, for now, it’s time to move forward. “Going backwards? Never! not even to gain momentum” proclaims a Mexican saying. Hence the renaming of this blog. (which, hopefully, will get me a “freshly pressed” at some point).
Now, what does my life look, A.D.? Sometimes it looks quite boring, many a day homesickish, mainly missing my kiddos, and some days, like today, I just want to yell “Danish Winteeeeeeeer, I miiiisssss yoooouuuuuuu”. Some, if not most, may argue it’s NOT (yes, capitalized, as if I were in fact yelling) hot. Some – my sweet grandmother included – may even dare to say it’s getting cold (and insist that I wear a sweater, a sweater for the love of Pete!!!!). I, for one, insist it could not be more miserably hot here, in the huge city I am in, with its monstrous 60 to 77〫F. Yes, my friends, that’s what Denmark does to a mere mortal like me, after getting me used to going out with at least one wool – or other equally warm fabric – layer on, even in late April/early May. So now my hopes are:
1) That autumn/winter temperatures come hastily
2) That God opens a door – wide open – for me to go back to Denmark (also ’cause, besides my obsession with Thebirkes, I’ve got too many winter clothes, you know) so I can practice my Danish, find a viking and live happily ever after. That, or so I can pursue my master’s in Semiotics. In the meantime, I’ll continue drinking tons of water, scratching my nose and squinting every time I go out on the streets – Is it possible to be allergic to your hometown air? – all while I practice imaginary conversations på dansk with my estranged kids, just to keep the language fresh. Jeg skal ikke glemme dansk!