I so love this place, I said. I really think I could live here.
‘You can’t judge a place by how it shows itself in the summer. You must visit it in the midst of winter to really understand whether or not you would want to live there’.
I have been traveling with different eyes lately. The eyes of someone who doesn’t simply visit a place, but who is at the same time evaluating the elements of a life in that place. What does it feel to live here, I was thinking while walking through the neighborhoods of Copenhagen – along its lush parks and pedestrian streets. What does it feel to be able to bike everywhere, not having to take a crowded train to work, and living this lifestyle which seems so laid back, relaxed and human?
allows the sun to shine bright, as high up as I had never seen before.
We have been lucky, they told us. It isn’t always like that in Copenhagen, they said. Winters are long, and dark and harsh and demand a great leap of faith – the certitude that daylight will abound once again, sometime soon– to get through them. We were oblivious of all that for a while – everything was too bright and beautiful and warm and so very colourful in comparison to what we had left behind to picture such times would ever come. Only after a couple of days were we brought back to reality during a lunch at The Nordic Food Lab. We were, funnily enough, talking about the weather, praising the glorious days we had been gifted with, when one of the visiting interns said something that, for simple that is was, stuck with me since. ‘This is just like any other day in LA’.