In Between My Travels #3

In 2017 so far I’ve been to North Jutland, the Algarve, Paris, New York, Rome and the Faroe Islands. And due to my eternal restlessness (the curse of my generation) I’m already eager to pack my suitcase and head off somewhere. Next trip is to Berlin, which is in two weeks from now – oh me, oh my, what will I do till then? Probably listen to the jazzy feel-good...

Travel Ritual #1: Early Mornings in Coffeeshops

It’s hard for me not to romanticize this ritual, because it’s one of the simple things in life that I enjoy the most. Especially while living in Paris; a city, I find most charming on weekend mornings, when the parisians (who make any other morning of the week feel stressful on the metro and elsewhere) are still in bed, and the only people in the streets are trash men, street sweepers and...

In Between My Travels #1

(Scroll ned for dansk) I arrived back in Copenhagen exactly a week ago after a couple of somewhat busy days in Paris, seeing friends, working on articles and visiting coffeeshops. On Saturday I worked all day, and Sunday I took the train down to visit my mom in the south of Denmark. My mom just spent two weeks in Bali, and while she was away we lost our little family-friend...

The Ironic Case of a Travel Writer Who Fears Flying

(Scroll ned for dansk) A year ago, in February 2016, I flew to Edinburgh to write a couple of travel features and see my friend Ollie. It was extremely stormy in the UK, so the descent caused me (and most people onboard, I’m sure) a very, very uncomfortable 20 minutes. I felt sick for two days after that. But I didn’t expect it to stay with me as it did. I’ve flown a...

Confessions of an Introverted Traveler (Part 1)

(Scroll ned for dansk) I’m an introvert, and, at times, extremely socially -awkward and/or -anxious. When I was in high school I would sometimes return home after a party and cry my heart out because I felt “wrong”. I was exhausted from attempting that – seemingly effortless – social interaction that my fellow class mates mastered. I still struggle, but I’ve learned to tell myself that it’s OK to skip a party, and that it’s OK...